Who do you really love?
Imagine a man trapped in a
rocket traveling the dark outer
space since birth. One day suddenly he reads the rocket’s controls
terrific ‘pull’ towards something green, which is a large forest
the orbit of the earth.
In the remaining few minutes
the astronaut tries to figure
out what is happening. Suddenly the controls have read a powerful force
gripping all within the ship and when the astronaut peaks out the
he sees is a green forest. Therefore the only viable conclusion: The
the force is the trees of the forest.
The rocket with much force
crashes upon the trees and the
astronaut in the remaining few seconds of his life is fully assured—to
point of certainty—that the source of this pull were indeed the trees
especially since he is dying amidst their branches! Obviously we know
force came from something
gravitational pull of the
particles of the earth and not just the trees.
In much similar fashion, we
believe we love someone or some
object of affection. We truly convince ourselves that this
of love is unique and only between this two. We experience something
magnificent and the more intense the experience the less obvious what
source of this attraction and love?
Like our poor confused
astronaut, we experience few moments
of this terrific pull and we peak out to see what is the cause, we see
or a man or a child or money or country or some object of affection,
adamantly insist upon it being the source of the love and attraction.
Do I truly love her? Is she
truly the source of this force
that is pulling me towards her? Answer is no! Just like the trees are
source of the gravitational force pulling the ship towards the forest,
same fashion the woman I love is not the source of the pull of love
me towards her.
She is a Hijab (veil) that
hides the true source of love
from my eyes. Had the source of love not being there, I would not have
in her (like most other women whom I am not interested in). But it is
of the pulling force of this source, from the beyond the veil (her),
heart is moving towards her inescapably.
But if for a moment I could
forget about my Self and her
Self, concentrating on closing my eyes completely (not seeing her or
for a brief moment I see the Beloved concealed behind this veil (her).
Surprisingly I love the Beloved and no one else!? It has given us the
the veil i.e. the woman whom I happen to love and she creates the
that allows me to feel the pull of love otherwise un-sensed.
Now that my eyes are closed
and my Self forsaken, I move
down the path of love powerlessly, I shall end the trip facing the
of the Beloved.
Matters not she is with me,
she is dead and perished, but
through her veil the force emanates and I am pulled towards the Beloved
regardless of her biological existence. She was there all along,
the force of love so I might EXPERIENCE the terrific attraction and
towards the Beloved. If I keep my eyes closed and forget my Self, I
her everlasting with the Sultan of Love: The infinite end of the finite
And all this may be clear
from, Koran [3:14]:
“Fair in the eyes of men is the love of
things they covet:
Women and sons; Heaped-up hoards of gold and silver; horses branded
and excellence); and (wealth of) cattle and well-tilled land. Such are
possessions of this world's life; but in nearness to Allah is the best
goals (To return to).”
© 2004-2002, Dara Shayda