سعدیہ مزمّل

"Love is a drink with no quenching."

Muḥyī al-Dīn Ibn ʿArabī (1165–1240)

He said,

محبت میں معافی ہے عشق میں معافی نہیں اگر اپ لفظوں پہ غور کریں گے تو محبت میں ایک نقطہ نیچے ہے دو اوپر ہے عشق کے پانچ نقطے اور پانچ کے پانچ اوپر۔

Love forgives; Ishq does not. If you study the written forms, Love sets one dot below and two above, but Ishq lifts all five of its dots upward unyielding, absolute, and proud.

And she knew, deep in her heart, that Sikandar was never the kind of man who opened himself to others easily. He kept his walls high, letting no one step inside the quiet corners of his being. But if he was now letting her see what lay beneath his silence if he was sharing his pains and his hidden frailties with her then she was no longer just someone in his life. She was being raised to the highest place in his world, set upon a pedestal he had given to no one before. He was offering her not just his trust, but the very doorway to his heart and even to the fragile, unspoken depths of his soul.

Why people stopped writing hand written letters is still highly debatable in my eyes and i know that, I am contradicting my very self by typing this long extended letter in my tablet.

A very warm afternoon to myself, a letter for me with an embrace, an embrace invisible yet so powerful that i can live in it for the rest of my life.

People do not understand me yet I yearn for understanding. There are people who like me, my presence, my smile yet there are people who feel a taste of disgust at the very thought of my existence. The answer still remain incomprehensible. There are things which are certain in life, which holds significance, which are destined to happen yet I am the one who is uncertain and non-serious. I am the one who does not correct my flaws and blames the situations and circumstances. There are threads inside the mind of humans unbothered, unexplained, and unpopularized. These threads do not care about other threads, neither they are bothered by their own existence nor they bother others. If they can be harmless in their existence while living inside the cramped, confused, and hemmed place like the mind and still lives in harmony then why the same formula can't be applied on human beings? Or maybe I am too pragmatical in this approach, maybe I am not thinking the other way around. What about their emotions? It is true that they can't be emotionless. Survival depends on many things and one of them is emotions. The heart which pumps blood carries the existence of emotions. It is provable also, veins carry the blood to pump the heart isn't it the most relevant and noticeable fact about it? Veins appear to be extremely thin and fragile yet they carry the weight of blood inside them without any theatrical pride. Simultaneously, If I hear the counter-narrative, the veins which looks frail and sometime lifeless actually possesses certain qualities inside them. They do carries the entirety of blood because without the existence of blood they will shrink to death which means they have executive function and political strategy through the existence of blood. So, shall I call it a meeting point or a balanced union of two individual elements? Because their existence depends on each other. They can't flourish without each other. Or what if I apply this theory to human will they stop overshadowing one another and appreciates themselves and others too with respectability for the inherent qualities they naturally possess in themselves? I am still in search of the answer.

What did you wish for?

If I say it, it won't come true.

If you don't tell me, how would I make it true for you?

“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”