I don't hate roses anymore

It started with “I hate rose! I hate rose!”. the non-stop self cursing every time I saw that most popular, cliché, complicated spiral structure, overrated yet beautiful and perfect flower. Due to common features we have, I believe wild flowers symbolizes me most.

One day I met a very special person who loves rose as much as I hate it. She made roses out of soap, ceramics, paint them on ceramics plate, tea set, sink and everything imaginable , embroidered a rose from a ribbon, and produce very stunning watercolor paintings of roses. She is as beautiful as the rose, outside and inside.

She drives a Mercedes but she is so humble in so many ways. She spoke about good things, told wise advices, and she is among a few peoples I know with prayers always answered. During one of the early classes, she could not find her misplaced car key. She recite a du’a and god led her way to the key. I told her about my poor relationship with someone important to me, and on the very next moment I met that important person, things are completely changed. Since then, I turned myself from just a ‘pretty good’ listener to a silent prayer when lots of people come to me with problems to tell. 

She continues to capture many hearts with her roses, I continue my day giving up anything about roses. Last Saturday, looking at the mess in my tiny treasure cupboard, I started to remember the days I learnt how to dye the plain white dull rolls of ribbon to finally create a masterpiece on canvas. I remember the lesson, but I remember more of the hope. When teachers teach for money, they give you lesson. When teachers teach you for who they want you to become, they give you future.

I spent the whole weekend working with the ribbons and flip some pages of book of handmade bags how-to. I started my first rose and it came out beautiful enough for me. I continue another and completed 8 roses just to realized that it was 3.30am. The next morning I returned to my messy den and started to think. I never embroider a rose that looks like a rose before, not even close to dead rose!. My teacher must be praying for this. Few days before, I put a comment in facebook on how lousy I am when it comes to roses. My teacher read that and I believe she du’a for the otherwise. I am now proud to show you my very first presentation of roses. Thank you teacher for the du’a you said, and even if you did not, I still thank you for everything.

This is my teacher, Puan Norehan Kasim. She just launched her first beauty product and in preparation to Croatia representing the country for ceramic painting exhibition. Wish her the very best of luck!