Love: A Beautiful Ailment, A Painful Prison
Why Duas Aren’t Answered
March 9, 2011
The Greatness of Learning Something, Living It and Teaching It
March 24, 2011
Love is the reunion of a pair,
In a new domain though unaware,
Of exactly when and precisely where,
You first saw those eyes, glimpsed that stare,
Love! Not disapproved by religion,
A secret of Allah kept hidden,
A beautiful ailment, a painful prison,
With frenzied thoughts, obsessed visions….
Love! For which the creation exists,
Begins deep within, manifests in kiss,
Those in it’s midst, do taste bliss
And those who do miss, live life amissLove! Which part of it do you deny?
The occupied mind, the tears you cry?
Constricted chest? The late night sigh?
The fool is then whom, you or I?
Begins deep within, manifests in kiss,
Those in it’s midst, do taste bliss
And those who do miss, live life amissLove! Which part of it do you deny?
The occupied mind, the tears you cry?
Constricted chest? The late night sigh?
The fool is then whom, you or I?
—Ammar Alshukry
