TRUE LOVE

O Love! What is Love?

Love is not craziness
Love is not breathlessness
It is not excitement
It is not promises of eternal passion
which erupts like Mount Saint Helens
And then subsides
This is just being in love
Love is what is left over when being in love has burned away
My mother and I had it, My father and I had it
Love had roots that grew towards each other underground
And when all the pretty blossoms had fallen on the ground
We found one tree and not two or three
But my tree has gone
Leaving me to find love again
But in vain
Then I heard about him
He was selfless
He was generous
He was tender
He was brave
He was merciful
His heart had tremendous capacity to love
"The first love that we ever knew in Islam was the love of Aisha and him," Anas ibn Malik (r.a.) said
Though to Aisha (r.a.), he said
"Allah has placed this love in my heart for her (Khadija) and something I have no control over"
He never forgot his companions
He brought light to darkness
He is my true love
The beloved of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him)

by Aisha Othman