bismillah.

once a upon a time there was a little man, who lived alone on the turnip farm. he was alone, he was happy but he felt alone. soon, he met a very sweet girl. and they got married. after a few years, the farm was surrounded with little kids playing on the farm, tugging the turnips and disturbing the animals. it was a lively sight. the little man and his lady would silently watch their children through the window, sipping their hot cup of tea without sugar. as they grew older, the children were thought by their father, the farmer about the dream that he and his wife once had about the farm. how their turnips would be the best turnips in town. and people from far and wide would travel thousands of miles just to get a taste of their ever so succulent turnips. and so, the father and his lady thought the children the knowledge to plant good turnips, how to take care of them and weed them, water them and later harvest them which he got from a very wise man who traversed the world in search of a person with great interest and determination in planting turnips. it was invaluable knowledge indeed as they would later find out that through hard work, preserverence and tawakkaltu alAllah their turnip plantation became very successful as the most bestest and biggest turnips can only be found on that land. as time passed, the farmer and his wife became ill, and left the turnip plantation to their children.....


and so the story began....

the moral of the story being? huhu..

p/s: 6 minutes to iftar