I love thee,
I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars grow old...

"Most Kind, Most Merciful"

How does a being, who boasts of unmatchable kindness and boundless mercy, be so cruel? Yet still, this same being has 1.6 billion devotees loyally bowing to Him 5 times a day, offering their thanks in worship. Thanks for what? For being brought into the world and being subject to hardship after hardship? And we excuse this as a "trial from God", "to test our imaan". Why does God need to test us?

God, with His boundless love and mercy, subjects His creation to starvation, disease, torture and death.
God, with His boundless love and mercy, allows the existence of shaitan, to tempt His creation, who fall victim and are then punished in hell.
God, with His boundless love and mercy, creates for His creation companions and instills between them love, only to take them away.
All praise be to Him.. Rahman, Raheem.

And the greatest sin is shirk.. association of something with God. Not murder, not stealing, not cheating.. but shirk. God's biggest peeve is anyone suggesting that He is not the greatest. A conceited and boastful God, who funnily enough dislikes these very characteristics in His own creation. God created humans to worship Him, to tell Him 5 times a day how great He is. Allahu akbar. Why does He need to be worshipped? An insecure God needing reassurance from His creation that He is indeed the Greatest and the Only? It's a little unnerving somewhat..

Our Song ♥

Ageh Ye Rooz

Ageh ye rooz beri safar,

Beri ze pisham bi khabar

Asire royaha misham

Dobareh baz tanha misham

Beh shab migam pisham bemoone

Beh bad migam ta sob bekhoone

Bekhoone az diyare yari

Chera miri tanham mizari?

Ageh faramoosham koni,

Tarke aghoosham koni

Parandeye darya misham,

Too chang-e mowj raha misham

Beh del migam khamoosh bemoone

Beh bad migam ta sob bekhoone

Bekhoone az diyare yari,

Ke toosh mano tanha nazari

Ageh ye roozi noome tow,

Too gooshe man seda koneh

Dobareh baz ghamet biyad,

Ke mano mobtala koneh

Beh del migam karish nabashe,

Bezare darde tow dava she

Bereh tooye tamoome joonam,

Ke baz barat avaz bekhoonam

Ageh bazam delet mikhad,

Yare yekdigar bashim

Mesale ayoome ghadim

Beshinim o sahar pashim

Bayad delet rangi begire,

Dobareh ahangi begire

Beh gire rang-e oon diyari,

Keh toosh mano tanha nazari

Ageh mikhay pisham bemooni

Biya ta baghiyeh javooni

Biya ta poost beh ostokhooneh

Nazar delam tanha bemoone

Bezar shabam rangi begire

Dobareh ahangi begire

Begireh rang-e oon diyari

Keh toosh mano tanha nazari

Luhh

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares –
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

-- Rumi.

♥

An Actress..

Soul mates -- surely not descriptive of two people who do not understand each other. Or at least one who does not understand the other.

This perfect being is right most of the time, but often wrong when it comes to her. She who holds nothing from him, gives all and everything, sacrifices, risks, feels no need to hide anything from him, feels no need to "act" before him. She who provides him with no reason for skepticism. Why then do doubts still surface? Understandible? Not anymore.. not now..

What is she to do to relieve his doubts? Act? - the irony..

The Perfect Being

There was a man.. the greatest to ever roam the earth. A man of great character, he was gentle in his words, graceful in his ways, yet striking in appearance. His thick dark locks fell over and softly framed his handsome face. His perfect eyes shone with sincerity and genuinity. His soft, tanned hands so healing. His smooth lips spoke wisdom of incomprehendable intelligence. Not a single falsehood passed his teeth. Enlightened, all knowing.

As geniously intelligent as he was, intimidating he was not. Approachable and trusting, he softened the hearts of all with whom he crossed paths.. especially hers. She fell deeply and blissfully. Her world revolved around his. Only his guidance she would seek and only his approval she worked towards. On every word she hung, thirsty for more. Obsessive, addicted. She became him somewhat. Stepped in his footprints, drank from his cup, chased his shadows. She followed like a lost puppy in search of her bearer. Adopting him as her guardian, she lives for him, and would stop living, for him.

The perfect being.. well, almost.. this shepherd believed that the past tense of 'ring' was "ringed". Perhaps it is. If he so wishes, it shall be..