Love is the water of Life


                            Love Is The Water Of Life

Life,what is life??An ocean with no shores or a rose with no fire??
Life is all about Love and Love is an ocean without shores. You have to learn to bear it.
Life is all about spirituality;the spirituality which let the light of God pass through you.
Life is not the synonym of terror,but instead it is the synonym of Love. The pain in life is not actually the pain but the start of something good. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong,Love can only be perfected in pain. Love is a gift from God.
The universe is one being. Everything and everyone is interconnected through an invisible web of stories. Whether we are aware of it or not,we are all in a silent conversation. One man's pain will hurt us all. One man's joy will make everyone smile. No matter who we are or where we live,deep inside we all feel incomplete. Its like we have lost something and need to get it back. Just what that something is most of us never find out. And of those who do,even fewer manage to go out and look for it.
Our religion is the religion of Love. And we are all connected in a chain of hearts. If and when one of the links is broken,another one is added elsewhere.
          Names change,they come and go,but the essence remains the same!
   Love;water of my Life
   Love;scent of my Life
 The path to the truth is a labor of the heart,not of the head. Make your heart your primary guide! Not your mind. meet, challenge, and ultimately prevail over your nafs with your heart. Knowing your self will lead you to the knowledge of God.
           
               It's not death that worried me, for I didn't see it as an end,but dying without

                                                      leaving a legacy behind.


  Regards,
   Yashal Jalil

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