Amira

AMIRA

This morning, (2nd Rajab, 1438 ——30th March, 2017) My beloved sister kept weeping frantically saying "I can't find my pencil crayon!.. The purple one". And that's what woke me up. Comfort is a scarce resource and somehow she thinks that moment lost the most important thing. She prioritize the critical from the trivial. I thought a dance  between red and blue ink can bring back her purple color... In the end, my seven year old sister allocated that scarce resource to something better. She stopped crying when she realized: "Embellishments of life is not a necessity of life. "

However the invaluable currency the little girl with the big heart conferred to me was:

"you must cherish the little things"