Allahumma Solli A'la Saiyidna Muhamad, Waa'la aa'li Saiyidna Muhammad.
I think, I will never see an autumn again. Spring is in the air, but I like autumn best. Well, just be grateful, will ya? I am, of course I am. To see the bluest sky with the splendid clouds gives the small pang in my heart: it's too beautiful for words. For me.
And a ladybird? She has paid me a visit twice, since the beginning of the winter time. What a glorious creature, I almost cry whenever I bid her farewell, since I know I will never meet her again.
"Do you not see that Allah sends down from the clouds water, then brings forth with it fruits of different kinds (or colour). And in the mountains there are streaks, white and red, or different colours, and some intensely black. And of people and animals and cattle there are different colours likewise. Only those of His servants fear Allah who possess knowledge." (35: 27 -28).
Taken from here.
Beautiful. There are a thousand, if not million, words to describe beauty. And I like to use it in excess, aware that it could not even portray my deep, real feelings at such moments. And since judging people by physical beauty is inevitable, I hope, I wish, I pray that I'm able to judge their inner beauty too. But heck yeah, everyone, basically, practically everyone, is beautiful, to each and one another.
You are, without a slightest doubt, beautiful.