Rose mind

"What a pity that my beauty is of no use! There is not a single person who cares about me, or picks me to put me in his hand, or in a vase, or even under his foot!! I want someone to pick me, to extract my scent, and make it his perfume!! Therefore, I think a lot about getting rid of Those restrictions that kept me captive here in this place, I am content for anyone to pluck me and take me even if they crush me and make me jam." A small rose tree rebels against being confined in one place. It loves to travel in the universe without the slightest restrictions. Is what you are thinking true? Will she get what she wants? Or are some restrictions a guarantee of life, and some things we hate a lot of what we love?!! A translated Turkish story, with an authentic Arabic spirit.