It was the same day as before when she woke up, struggling to make her lungs ventilate

It was the same day as before when she woke up, struggling to make her lungs ventilate. She wonder how it feels to have normal lungs to let air in and out completely. 

The only temporary solution to the current situation is to get high at Caffeine. 

A strong black coffee dose!!! 

Occasionally the clock click 5. Tick tock. She knew it's the time for "Golden Hour". With jiggling coffee in hands she ran downstairs, sat , eyeing desperately on the little sky she own in her backyard. There was a large sky surface area uniformly blend with light blue and titanium white with a glimpse of little vermilion colour illustrating Hope. The orange turning into mustard, mustard into lemon yellow and look here it is......  The golden Sun shining with full esteem. Birds were chirping clearly being fascinated by glamorous view. The winds moving uncontrollably to show the joy. The fresh rays of the sunlight entering the cracks of broken soul, healing it completely. Quran says; 

                    "God is the light of Heavens and Earth"

Resting her eyes on the view she was certain why 'Surah Ibrahim (ابراہیم ) illustrates a man who believes in one true God; 

                                        لَئِن شَكَرْتُمْ لَأَزِيدَنَّکُم

"If you are grateful,  I will give you more (Blessings)."

                (اگر تم  شکر کرو گے تو میں تمہیں زیادہ دوں گا.)

She wonders all the phsycologists and physcatrists of the world will go jobless if people know this little healing secret of nature. 

She close her eyes letting the fresh air ventilate her lungs completely. 'Shukar AlhamdullillAllah' she said unintentionally. This is called the "Beauty of imperfections"

Out of the blue her mobile pops up with 21 images at once. She knew that another soul has witnessed the same sunrise under same sky. Another day, another Golden hour.............