حين يزهر العابر ليبقى الأثر
January 16, 2026
|By Reham Hashem
حين يزهر العابر ليبقى الأثر
Acrylic • 16x15 cm • 2021
في ساحةٍ هادئةٍ عند أطراف القرية، وقفت شجرةُ الكرز اليابانية وحيدةً، تُزهر كلَّ ربيعٍ بوردٍ خجولٍ لا يلبث أن يتساقط سريعًا. كان العابرون يقفون مأخوذين بجمالها، ثم يمضون، كأنهم يخشون التعلّق بما لا يدوم
سألتها الريح يومًا: «لِمَ تُزهرين وأنتِ تعلمين أن عمرك قصير؟»
فأجابت الشجرة: «لأن الجمال لا يُقاس بطوله، بل بصدق حضوره»
. ومع كل بتلةٍ تسقط، كانت تترك في القلوب أثرًا لا يسقط؛ تعلّمهم أن الحياة لحظةٌ تُعاش بكاملها، لا وعدٌ مؤجَّل. وحين خلا المكان من الزهر، بقي المعنى واقفًا… كجذرٍ عميقٍ لا تراه العيون، لكن تحياه الأرواح
When the Passing person Blooms Leave a Lasting Trace
At the edge of the village, in a quiet square, stood a lone Japanese cherry tree. Every spring it bloomed with shy pink flowers that soon fell to the ground. Passersby would stop, enchanted by its beauty, then move on as if afraid to grow attached to what does not last.
One day the wind asked it, “Why do you bloom when you know your life is so brief?”
The tree replied, “Because beauty is not measured by its length, but by the sincerity of its presence.”
With every petal that fell, it left behind an imprint that did not fade teaching hearts that life is a moment to be lived fully, not a promise postponed. And when the blossoms were gone, the meaning remained standing… like deep roots unseen by the eyes, yet lived by the soul.
At the edge of the village, in a quiet square, stood a lone Japanese cherry tree. Every spring it bloomed with shy pink flowers that soon fell to the ground. Passersby would stop, enchanted by its beauty, then move on as if afraid to grow attached to what does not last.
One day the wind asked it, “Why do you bloom when you know your life is so brief?”
The tree replied, “Because beauty is not measured by its length, but by the sincerity of its presence.”
With every petal that fell, it left behind an imprint that did not fade teaching hearts that life is a moment to be lived fully, not a promise postponed. And when the blossoms were gone, the meaning remained standing… like deep roots unseen by the eyes, yet lived by the soul.