Miracles And Magic

|Roses and Thorns

Roses, there were bright red roses everywhere I looked. Because this time it wasn't sunflowers and instead I was standing in the middle of a rose garden, the flower I adore too much and in that moment I knew it was a dream and not a nightmare. I inhaled the fragrance around me and smiled as the sun started to make its way through the clouds. From a girl who liked cloudy weather I sure have changed a lot.

"Blue loves roses ?"

I heard his voice when he stood next to me and I turned towards him nodding my head. Now when I look at him he seems more younger when he smiles and his eyes shining like the moon light. His brown and grey hair, his shirt tucked just like the way his wifey likes, the old watch that he never discards - inshort my Dada still looked the same. He chuckles, ruffling my hair in the process and I looked down giggling. Then he asks me in his hoarse voice,

"Why ?, Roses have thorns". I shook my head at his question and looking around me I replied.

"I still remember the Arabian tale you said to me Dada. You told me the story of a nightingale who saw a white rose and fell in love which caused the bird to sing. Because of the overwhelming love to the flower, the nightingale pressed its body hardly to the rose that its thorn pierced through its heart. Its blood flowed to rose and it turned red. From that day onwards I loved red roses because red roses implied immense love".

Dada smiles and looked straight ahead. Then after some minutes he still didn't reply. But I saw he was fading away, his soul was slowly going. And that time he asks me again,

"Why ?, Roses have thorns"

He was gone by then. I called out for him because I was scared and tried to search everywhere I could but he was no where to be seen. Then after some running I collapsed to the mud and started breathing heavily. I heard someone singing.

I tried to hear it again and stood straight as I recognised the voice, then I was running towards it. I saw her bend down and plucking the roses one by one. Her long brown hair was dancing in the wind and she was shining brightly. I went closer towards her and saw that she had a beautiful smile on her face. Before I called her name she was telling me,

"Roses and thorns has a specific teaching Izzy".

She didn't even turn towards me as she was busy plucking the roses with thorns. My Yussa already knew it was me because that was siblings love, they can just feel them when each of them are near by.

"It is to denote that nobody is perfect and every person is riddled with flaws. Even a flower as beautiful as the rose has certain flaws but that does not take away its beauty"

Slowly she stood straight and turned around. She smiled at me and her hair covered those eyes whenever the wind touched her. Then she started walking towards me and I stood still where I was. When she was five feet apart from me she spoke.

"You know who I am talking about, right ?"

No words came out from my mouth. She smiled closing her eyes and one drop of tear falls from them. She stretched her hand towards me which had roses and her hand was covered in blood. The thorns has pierced her skin and she was smiling at me. I gave a sharp intake of breath and tried to reach for her but she motioned me to take the roses in her hands. I looked at the roses which was tightly clasped by Yussa's hands which was now in blood and then at her. She smiles at me once again with tears in her eyes and said,