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"Bismillah!" With the dawn's early light filtering through the leaves, casting a warm glow over his serene garden, Irfan, a young professor in Karachi, settled into his morning ritual. Surrounded by the lush greenery of his sanctuary, he unfolded his newspaper, a daily tradition that bridged the gap between the tranquility of his garden and the bustling world beyond.

In this moment, a profound thought struck him: every moment holds something new, every joy is unique, and in every nanosecond, the universe orchestrates its wonders. It wasn't just an insight; it was the very essence of his being, a reflection of the divine interplay that he saw in the simple beauty of his surroundings.

As he perused the articles, his mind navigated through global affairs, local stories, and scholarly debates, yet his heart remained anchored in the simplicity and sincerity of the thought that had greeted him with the sunrise. The chirping of the birds, the gentle rustle of the leaves, and the occasional flutter of wings by the bird bath—all seemed to converse with him, acknowledging the silent work of the unseen.

Eventually, Irfan folded his newspaper, the peace and joy of the morning filling him with a quiet contentment. He rose, stepping from the contemplative stillness of his garden back into the day's routine. As he moved towards breakfast, the insight that had embraced his morning lingered, leaving a trace of its magic in the air.

And in that moment, something profound smiled at his simplicity and sincerity—the rising sun, casting its golden light, seemed to nod in agreement. The garden, the birds, even the very breeze whispered, "Bismillah," embracing the new day with a promise of infinite possibilities.