Love! love! love! It’s my command for you today . Make it a rule in your life .
Love your wife whose beauty couldn’t stand the test of time but her genuine love for you does .Love her because she will be your wife in heaven but she will be more gorgeous and younger. Her grey hair and wrinkles are God’s way to test your love. Never give up on your wives .
Love your kids who are the jewelry of life . If you doubt that pay a visit to a childless home and you will seize the blessings of having a child .
Love your neighbors .I remember my mother telling me that even paradise won’t be a pleasant place to live in without people.
Love your work or find something you love and rejoice in doing even making paper planes or paper boats ,I love doing that ! You can go to places you have never been on a paper boat and can be any person you want to be in a paper plane.
I wonder why when the word “love” caressing our senses we blush or look away to not let other see the effect of that word on our souls .I wonder why when being kids, we didn’t feel that way . We were not afraid of that word .” I love you ” was a message from our heart that we just delivered to the receiver instantly and directly without crossing any bridges or choosing any short cuts . And delivering that verbal letter of love was always accompanied with a smile of triumph not a pinch of regret.I wonder why when we grew up , the word “I love you ” filled us with shame,guilt and fear. It’s shame because we should not take the first step to confess our love .It’s guilt because a decent person doesn’t fall in love . Some say love is taboo. It’s fear of rejection. Why does love comply to rules but hatred doesn’t .Why do people feel at ease when expressing their hatred and contempt but ashamed and reluctant when confessing their love.Why beautiful feelings are always enchained but negative feelings are flowing free everywhere.
Written by arabian roses
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I know a MAN who lost his parents but refused to be called an orphan. Man enough to love a strong woman years older than him, worked for her and made her stronger, opened his heart to her, shared his fears to no human but her, cleaned after himself and sewed his clothes, and was faithful to her till her last breath. He was courageous and fearless. He never judged anyone on their pasts or looks, an
d was moderate, open minded and tolerant. His neighbor was Jewish and his cousin-in-law was a Christian priest. Was beaten and exiled when he was helpless. Was merciful when he became stronger. Intelligent, wise and a hard worker, built a long lasting nation out of nothing in the last 20 years of his life. He had no parents, but loved his daughters and grandchildren. His last will was “Be good to women”.
This MAN is my PROPHET MUHAMMAD (S.A.W.W) a man worth looking up to – peace be upon him – Don’t just read, read and think who you are, and who you want to be for the people and the women you love.
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we protest against the disrespect of our prophet (P.B.U.H)
Why do some people say things they don’t really mean? Just cold bare words !What if their lies become the only beautiful home someone somewhere feels safe between its ribs.Then we wonder where all those homelss hearts come from!
Why do we give up on people just because we couldn’t understand them or tolerate their differences? We ‘re willing to read a book millions of times to decode its meaning , but we fail to decipher a human soul’s gaze or tear or sigh ! Why do books become more expensive than human souls?
Why does “I love you” become a bait some use to fool and to take advantage of other instead of warming their hearts?
Why do some love ,enjoy and keep hurting the ones who love them truly and unconditionally though they know the malicious hurt they’re causing them?
written by me!
Be your own hero ! You don’t have to carve a hero from the bones of Napoleon or Alexander the great and erect it in your heart to lead you or to inspire you . Just set free the shy hero lurking within you. Trust his directions ,the way they trusted theirs and if the road is obstructed , dig your way through the earth . Never give up when your fingers bleed ;bind your wounds and resume the fight because you must learn how to conquer pain for you’re born free . Let your will subdue the pain . Time heals bruises but not regrets so be intrepid and take the initiative . Seek inspiration in your soul not in theirs so that when you tame the lofty mountains some day , history will bow before your strength not that of Samson ,before your wisdom not that of Hannibal . Remember you ‘re born to walk by the side of great men not behind them .
Written by arabian roses
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