Lutfaho and Sidrat

Sidrat stands firm, its roots cling to the dry ground, its branches grow from a hard trunk and the leaves condense under the blazing sun to bear its fruits. We are born with our contradictions, we live moments of joy and sadness, feelings of satisfaction and rage, alone or surrounded by people, under the weight of days that passed and a time that will not return. We live only under Allah’s kindness, only then Sidrat grows and we live.