When He Will Come...(Part 4)

The mourning willow said:

“Then, first and foremost, allow us to heal your wound so that if the hunter arrives, you are well enough to escape from his hands.”

The rivulet started to wash the wounded leg of the deer and said:

“Fortunately, your wound is not so deep. The arrow has passed from besides the flesh of your leg and has wounded it.”

The deer whose injured leg had begun to feel more pain in the hands of the rivulet, weeping and groaning said:

“You do not know with what difficulty and pain I have escaped from the hands of the hunter.”

When He Will Come...(Part 3)

The mourning willow and the rivulet turned towards the place where the red flower was pointing and with astonishment saw a beautiful deer coming towards them with tears in the eyes and blood flowing from his legs. Till the eyes could see, the blood in the leg of the deer could be seen from the place he was coming. The deer, crying and mourning brought himself towards the rivulet.

When He Will Come...

In The Name of Allah

The depressed and crestfallen red flower shrub had embraced her knees in her arms, rested her forehead on her branches, raised her head with a faded sight glanced at the mourning willow and slowly whispered:

“I am tired, I am very exhausted.”

The mourning willow with the help of the wind, turned her branches towards the red flower, bowed her head a little so as to clearly hear her voice:

“Did you say you are tired? Have I heard clearly? You are also tired like me?”