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 recording a terrific ‘pull’ towards something green, which is a large forest visible from 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 windows all he sees is a green forest. Therefore the only viable conclusion: The origin of 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 the point of certainty—that the source of this pull were indeed the trees especially since he is dying amidst their branches! Obviously we know that the force came from something invisible, the 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 gravitational pull of love is unique and only between this two. We experience something magnificent and the more intense the experience the less obvious what is the 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 a woman or a man or a child or money or country or some object of affection, which we 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 not the source of the gravitational force pulling the ship towards the forest, much the same fashion the woman I love is not the source of the pull of love that draws 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 any interest in her (like most other women whom I am not interested in). But it is because of the pulling force of this source, from the beyond the veil (her), that my 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 I), then 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 gift of the veil i.e. the woman whom I happen to love and she creates the EXPERIENCE 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 Sublime Face 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, conduit for the force of love so I might EXPERIENCE the terrific attraction and move towards the Beloved. If I keep my eyes closed and forget my Self, I will find her everlasting with the Sultan of Love: The infinite end of the finite journey.
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 (for blood and excellence); and (wealth of) cattle and well-tilled land. Such are the possessions of this world's life; but in nearness to Allah is the best of the goals (To return to).

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