Does a rose stop being a rose when it is no longer admired?

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Does a rose stop being a rose when it is no longer admired? No, it remains a red rose. Does a rose stop being a rose when someone says they prefer lilies? No, it remains a rose. Does a rose stop being a rose when someone calls it by another name? No, it remains a rose. Likewise, your worth isn't based on the objective truth of who you are. That is, your worth is determined by how Allah sees you, not by anyone else.
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You know, everytime people say that I have changed. It takes me back to...

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You know, everytime people say that I have changed, it takes me back to my younger self, the one who was afraid of change, the one who was deeply involved in attachments and the one who used to be overly invested in emotions. Yes, I surely have changed. And I'm glad that I did. But if you ask me, I couldn't have asked for anything better, but that exact silly child, who went through things alone and learnt to grow on it's own.
~Smaraki Sarangi

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