In Faizah's backyard there was the most wonderful garden she could ever wish for. Her father worked in a gardening shop during the week but every weekend he would get his spade, hoe, and a bag of soil out of the garage. He always took time to care for his garden at home. He would spend a long time cutting the weeds out of the garden so they wouldn't choke the roots of the flowers. If that happened the flowers couldn't get enough water and they would die. After he cut all of the weeds out of the garden he would dig holes in the ground and dropped seeds inside of the holes. Very carefully, he would cover the seeds with soil and put a little bit of water on them. Sometimes he would just go outside and look at his flowers. He would take the petals gently between his fingers and caress them.
Then he would look around and say, Alhamdulillah.
Haadha min fadli Rabbee
