There was a girl with her arms opened & closed eyes in the huge garden full of flowers, trying to breath through the fragrance to fulfill her soul.

Where she forced to open her eyes as she could feel something soft touching her palm, it can't be a rose petal, she said to herself. it certainly not, it was a butterfly, she closed her eyes, as well as her palm holding this beautiful moment & then she wide opened her eyes to allow this beauty of special moment to slip away & let her fly like a butterfly as her duty it is.

As this girl believed, if this butterfly is destined to be hers, then she will come back as you can't hold onto love & loved ones to be with you with a power of force but with a power of freedom only.

But she never knew this butterfly will steal the rainbow from her hands, as she steals it from roses. When her believes started to shatter, then this butterfly came back & filled her eyes with beautiful roses of a dreamland, and then rainbow started to shower in her poetry.

And even at end of the spring, the fragrance came through her pen of thoughts into the roses of words & butterflies compelled to steal this fragrance and dance with nightingales and it left the place a jingle bell of end less love songs.

a journey of creation begins with roses in hands & dreams in eyes, then roses gets taken away & thorns becomes an essential part of this painful journey. All of a sudden season changed & fertility of lands vanished away.

The jealousy of seasons scattered the rose petal to get them carried away with the air, & worrying flowers snatched her pen of fragrance from her hands and took it away with the rose petals.

An unknown world, an autumn’s old tree & lonely girl, whose dream died & roses dried, then she started to seed her hopes in the dessert as sometimes

untimely shower from the sky of eyes can blossom a flower in the dessert, and sometimes when it comes like a due drop on a rose of paper, then it destine this paper flower into the most beautiful flower of the season.

The girl who neither had a dream in her eye or butterfly in her hand, neither pen of thought nor the roses of words full with fragrance of thought.

only a trust In ALMIGHTY who has a control on dreams & wisdom of dreams, who provide a flower to a branch, then fragrance to the flower, HE then scattered the roses on her way & gave dreams to her eyes.

new season began, dessert had grown flowers, and fragrance danced in those flowers, her faith started to dance on jingle bell as she was getting tired in her search of her lost dreams, her lost self in unknown lands and was about to stand on the doorway of hopelessness & doubts.

butterfly kissed her palm & palm closed to hide her & her kiss, tears showered her fist like due drops & her belief started to rain everywhere, her fist opened, butterfly looked at her, smiled, kissed & hugged her with her beautiful feathers & went away with a smile, girl looked at her palm & in rainbow colors of that butterfly she could see what was written

'What else I need' or kiya chahiye

I dedicate all these colors of rainbow to my parents who are the reason of my existence and who always guide me through the dark ness from the other world with the stars & come to give me light & love when I need it the most. I also dedicate these colors to my son’s yashm yasal & raahem bilal, which are the two most beautiful colors & destination & completion of my journey.

I am thankful to my brothers basharat, Mubarak & my husband bilal, who are my courage & my dignity

i hope you will like this journey of creation, which is a journey of a mother Where she suffer through a lot of pain to get hold of a beautiful rose. And when she holds that rose in her arms, the all she can say with her tears of joy

what else do I need now, or kiya chahiye