Put away all your fairytales of love that the travellers tell
Do you actually serve and love God with all your might as well?
All other life is lived death, a world wherein none but phantoms dwell;
A breath, a wind, a sound, short voice, that tinkling of the camel’s bell
We do not love a woman merely because she is pretty or possesses a mannerism of attractive nature. We love her because in an indescribable way, she represents the finding of God within his creation in a manner which holds our soul’s affinity at it’s peak, the result of thousands of tendencies expressed throughout past ancestral lives.
It’s from الله
