A Heart’s Tale of Silent Love, Withered Dreams, and the Beauty of Being Forgotten
“First of all, in my traditional style, before starting anything, I would like to place you under the protection and peace of my Lord—since you have come to me, I want to begin by saying: Assalamu Alaikum.
You might find this way of greeting a bit strange, but sometimes a different way of expressing things appeals to a person’s natural disposition. Perhaps, with that same hope, I’m trying to change my style a little to be appreciated.
So, as I used the word ‘being loved’ in the beginning—it’s a very deep and intense expression, something that touches not just the heart, but also the mind and soul. It’s a rare gift, a skill embedded in a person from the realm of souls, like a ray of moonlight that softly touches the earth without announcing its arrival. In the same way, love quietly enters the depths of someone’s heart and soul, replacing their emptiness with memories.
Today, I sat down to write and started thinking—through this word ‘being loved’, maybe I’ll try to make someone feel loved. Perhaps you won’t understand my stance completely—trying to love someone, the way a rose is loved despite its thorns.
Yes, it’s true that I am like a thorn, made only for the rose and kept away from the beauties of the world. The first choice of a beautiful soul is always the rose, not the thorn. Even though it’s the thorn that nurtured the rose in its embrace. I am a thorn too, but within me lies the essence of a rose—the quality to nurture. Like a bud that blossoms even on tough soil and doesn’t care how hard the ground is, it still manages to bloom.
In the same way, the rose within me, which once had the strength to grow, has withered away due to coming too close to a beautiful
