Resurrection

The sweetest smile in existence appeared on Najla's lips as she whispered a morning greeting to that single red flower, in the midst of a crowd of green plants that filled the balcony of her house. Her delicate fingers picked up the small water sprinkler and tilted it so that drops of fresh water would sprinkle from it, watering the beautiful flower. Which welcomed the water with blooming petals and dancing tendrils, as if it were ecstatic with the morning bath, and rejoiced in its beauty and splendor.