The Love Series #12

I overheard this one line in a TV series the other day. The person was almost shouting to the other person:

‘I regret loving you!’

In which I thought to myself:

‘But is loving a person a choice?

Was loving you a choice?’


Taken care of

I just started to cry, thinking about the fact that this baby and her mother I am looking at, is perhaps like me and Allah.

ولله مثل الأعلى

A baby, being a baby, can aimlessly go play with things that are dangerous. Or a coughing kid would want a cold drink.

The mum, being the mum, would obviously take the dangerous thing away from the baby and would not give the sick kid the cold drink.

And the baby and the kid would end up crying, throwing tantrums and stuff, not capable of understanding why the mother did what she did.

And sometimes you would cry your heart out to Allah wanting whatever that you ever wanted, not capable of understanding why He did what He did.

“His withholding from you is, in reality, a form of giving.”

He is taking care of you.

Husnuzzhann Billah.



The Love Series #10

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

We are creatures that will search for reasons and meanings behind every single thing.

I remember scrutinizing every single word you used in your text messages. From your short forms and abbreviations. The languge and the style you used. I even zoomed in your display picture to read every single word in it.

Such was the past. Puppy love they might say.

There’ll be people who would laugh but yet understand this love- One of the signs of a lover is that he/she’ll noticed every single detail about the one he/she loved.

But how ironic.

There’ll be people that will belittle and question why there are narrations after narrations of how many white hairs are there when Rasulullah  صلى الله عليه وسلم passed away or what is it about that He used his left or right leg when entering a place. It was never just about going in with a right or left leg, it is that the one I love does that. And I want to do what my beloved is doing.

Such was the level of their love. It makes me questioned whether these people (who questioned these narrations) ever fall in love. Don’t they understand? 

And if I ever look back to the reason or meaning why Allah allowed me to fall in love with such a person, it could be this. It could be that when Allah allows my heart to fall in love, maybe it is to make me understand what love means.

As if making me to realize my false love to Rasulullah  صلى الله عليه وسلم. For how can I say I love when I did not scrutinize him and his life?

And maybe that was the sole reason for loving this particular creation. 

Such was the past. Puppy love they might say.

And that was indeed a blessing.

اللهم صل على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله صحبه وسلم