There were no other mushrooms within visual distance.
For a mushroom to be growing here solo, there could be several possibilities: a) One single spore managed to be carried by the wind all the way to this place while the rest were carried elsewhere, b) Neighboring mushrooms were already picked or disposed of, c) The rest of the spores did not manage to grow into a mushroom except this one.
Whatever backstory that the mushroom must have had, it managed to tell me one thing: Life goes on, even when you have to face it all alone.
But, indeed, as a Muslim, I need not fear facing the harsh dealings of this world all alone, for I know when everything else turn their backs on me, I can always turn to Allah for guidance.
I believe in the power of prayers. I have had several answered, both instantly and eventually. And for this I am thankful.
And I believe there are hidden blessings in every thing that most of the time escape our senses and our thoughts.
The lone mushroom did not escape me. It captured me and managed to make me think, and that in itself is another blessing.
