Love for Her
Love Is Enough
One of the attributes of God Almighty is “Al-Wadud” which means “the one who loves us all”. There is never a day when we are not confronted with the word “love” or it is not referenced about.
This is not a defect that is considered nowadays, it is a pure passion that requires living and pure hearts and a beautiful path upon which the high walls of hatred are demolished and Love is Enough to do that.
A few years ago, my perception about love was very wrong . In my opinion, it was nothing more than a mere illusion. Thinking about love was like a horror show for me.
Then I agreed to travel by metro bus in Islamabad (capital of Pakistan) with some of my friends.
My intention was to return soon. I had to come and prepare to leave for home. But the weather changed, the cold wind began to blow, the heat of the fiery sun lessened, the sun hid in the clouds and a slight rain began to pour down from the heavens, people took time out of their busyness to enjoy the rain, the weather became beautiful in a most bizarre way.
It was like a crowd of people came out to see something that had not happened for a long long time, as it was the first time during my stay in Islamabad for the last six years that it had not rained for more than two weeks.
I was standing in the crowd of people coming and going. Suddenly my eyes fell on the side of the ticket counter.
The image of Iqbal’s (very well known Muslim Poet known as poet of the East) verse “Decision of the heart is made by the eyes of the admirer” appeared in my thoughts, the study of falling for someone within 0.008 sec felt to be true. Suddenly I lost complete sense of everyone around me, in the midst of it looked as if I were standing alone in front of her, nobody else just me and her.
She was tangled with her hair that were getting wet in the rain, she looked like a fairy-tale princess in a white dress that was having a fine embroidery of red color .
I knew that I was making a mistake by looking at her continuously and I was falling in Love, I should have looked away, I should have lowered my eyes, but seeing her, it felt like it was everything that I needed, her elegance was embedding in my being, like a cold breeze runs through our veins. That feeling was holding me back so deep in the whirlwind of my thoughts , even the “ empty heart” was in favor of this act, my friends were dragging me, they had to go on and on and roam around a bit more, but I wanted to hold onto that moment for eternity. I wanted to live that moment I laid eyes on her, a thousand times more.
She started moving towards me. I was standing like a statue. She came close to me. My heart starting to beat very fast. Cool breeze was useless in trying to stop the sweat falling down my forehead. She came to me and spoke. It took me like months to understand what she was saying, There was a magic of her charisma that was holding me captive, she clicked, she waved her hand in front of my eyes. I got myself together, she was requesting me to give her the way , I backed up and gave way. My eyes followed her until she disappeared from the scene. I didn’t want to tarnish her name by going after her, and that was the first lesson that love was giving me. She was an ordinary middle-class girl who “changed all of my thoughts” that day, that Love is Enough to make you free of everything around you.
After that day, I began to feel more and more the need of being there for the people around me, I had never felt so mature in myself, I have never felt so complete, it is not enough to be sensible alone, to have a sense of love is necessary. Those who cut their vein in the name of love and make it the biggest grief of their parents’ lives insult the spirit of love , those who ridicule their loved ones all over the neighborhood are a shame to such a wonderful phenomenon, those who love and make drugs a part of their lives, they are not worth it, because there is no bigger and purer drug than LOVE. This is the passion that gives birth to Owais Qarni, takes Guru Nanak to the Kaaba without shoes, causes eternal writing like “Heer” from Waris Shah, makes Qais a captive of Laila’s hair.
This passion is not for everyone, it is not just for everyone to understand, it is the name of a deep connection of the soul with the soul, it is free from the bondage of lust for bodily desires, it starts from the joy of the eyes towards the purity of the soul. In its process to be pure the negation of matter is the first battle that we have to be victorious of.
Originally published at https://www.artoflibrarian.com on November 14, 2020.