my sister…love?
How can you call this love? When God doesn’t give His blessing so?
How are you deluded?
Have you not seen in the Glorious Recitation…”lower your gaze”
Oh my beloved child, oh my beloved sister, my heart is breaking for you.
Believe…there is so much , so so much on life than satisfying your immediate passions.
Love, oh my sister, love, between a man and woman is a sacred, pure gift that Allah gives to those who are tied in legal union. Call me old fashion, and yet to me such labels are meaningless…for such values are values. These values are full of wisdom and baraka.
Believe you me..happiness, and sorrow experienced by by man and wife, in a house that God grants his redha. What peace! and in unrest, peace.
But I see you emptying your life in something meaningless, creating meaning in air. Sometimes I think, surely, you are not serious.
Find Him my sister. Find Him.
He is there. He waits for you patiently. Why neglect the Beloved.
Prefer you the creature over the creator. Prefer you the companion to your hurt?
When His door is wide open, full of rahma…my sister run to Him. My sister have hope. Humbly cry your forgiveness. Hand your precious heart to the One who created it and the One who knows best how to take care of it.
It does not matter if you are in pieces…you don’t have to be perfect to go to Him.
Just Go.
My sister…I hope your heart will be filled with LOVE. With TRUE LOVE. HIS LOVE. HIS LIGHT..and this is happiness. True happiness.
My sister I want so badly that you find love and peace in Him.
Forgive my harsh words, but I sincerely desire good for you.
