Jameel wrote a letter to an anonymous person who was very special to him. Everyone wanted to try to get into his business, but his letter was very private. It was sacred to him because the letter is written to someone who can never get to read it. That's why he kept it a mystery. It went a little something like this:
"It's a sunny autumn day. Calm. Full of tranquility. The sky is radiant. Everything is falling from the trees. The leaves, the pinecones, the acorns, the branches, the flowers, the seeds... You name it.
You never know what color leaves you will see on those trees. You never know how many colors you will see on those leaves. Just know that people are marvelling at God's creation.
You can ride on a straight road, or you can ride like a sidewinder. Just try not to let yourself dwindle into a trance. That's not good.
Even though everything is either becoming bare or falling, autumn is still beautiful."
Come to find out, his wife had a miscarriage due to the obstetrician's mistake (which resulted in a medical malpractice lawsuit). & he wrote the letter to his daughter, Autumn, that never got to be born in the month of November.
THE END