Worship Love

"Love spread like blood in my veins.

 It emptied me of all else and filled me with my friend.

 All the pores of my existence belong to my beloved.

 Only my name is mine, all else is his."

-Amir Khusro


In a world where bitterness has blended into our blood, where enmity is born right between amity, and where trust has slipped out of the cracks of our souls: lovers remain victorious. Love-what a strange word it is-not a battlefield, nor a bed of roses; love is something shallow, something deep, a blend of harsh and wonderful feelings. Love is the only battlefield where the lover is never defeated. It is the only bed of roses, where the lover never sleeps. Love is strange.


Society shapes us. It molds our brains in a way that we adhere to their myths, their ideas, and their morals, but among us, the rebels are born; the lovers are born.

Love is sacred. It is the finest of religions. Every story is an extension of this word. Every tale revolves around its sacredness.


Adam wandered barefoot for his Eve. Princess Zuleikha resisted the class ideology by desiring Joseph as the slave. In the love of the unseen God, Abraham was all set to sacrifice his beloved son. Radha's devotion to Krishan engendered another tale of love and purity. Buddha was pulled by the strong feeling for the truth, and his isolation led him to meet his beloved. Majnu went insane for his Layla. Ranjha's fondness turned Heer into a saint. And all this was born when the Almighty realized that love has gotten hold of Him too and, therefore, weaved this world just to get a glimpse of his beloved Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).


Love is the foundation of every religion. Love is the religion. Look at this world with defiance and all you will find is imperfection. Look around with openness and every object would seem to be singing the tale of love. Wear Love, Don't Shun It. It made Rumi whirl; it made Bullah dance; it made Khusro write; it made Romeo the icon of romance.


Listen to the birds singing tales of love. Watch the sun rising to see its lovely plants grow. Pay attention to the sound of the wind when it fondles the tree. See how the sun dissolves so that the sea can beam by reflecting the light of its darling moon. Observe how the moon kisses the stars. Let love inculcate us, let it wash our contaminated souls. Love is the reason, it is the way.


Open your heart to love, let the soul speak. Fly free, let love take you beyond the horizons, and let love soak you in the deepest oceans. There are many ways to reach God; let's choose the lovely one. Love is faith, and faith knows no religion. Worship love because this world is brimming with clergies and mullahs; all we need are lovers.


Don't forget to share your views.


Regards,

Yashal Jalil 

Comments

  1. Iram Ilahi1 January 2020 at 22:31

    Wonderful! This is what we lack in the nourishment of our souls.

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