Why did I get the disease of love!

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When I got the disease of love, I feel the Councils of writers, and ask for love with the poets, perhaps one of them to forgive me with the words of the people who robbed the hearts of their fathers, and the wise listen to their right. I have become accustomed to their councils; hoping in a few words of yarn to give to the same good, or a house of poetry Ichdha it attached to my heart and upgraded to him. But every time, they would rouse me with the arrows of their glances, and instead of giving me their words as I had secured myself, they would bend their tongues and throw them into my body with their thick expressions, to tear away what was left of him after his love had destroyed him.

I know that the lover, if true in his love, unleashed the heart of his heart to pour on his tongue, including his bundle of love feelings, and that the true lover refuses to beg the words of love of a prolific writer of words, a poet of sensations; or poet of rich words, poor of passion. I know all this, and I also know that this lover if he believes in his love more; he may not need a lot of speech to express his chest, enough words or two to meet the purpose. I know that the word "I love you" is sincere, one may say, perhaps penetrating the veil of the heart of the hippocampus, which can not access hundreds of literary books eloquent.

But what I do not really know; what if this lover is true to the point of losing his pronunciation, he can not even utter the word, simple structure, great meaning, slim structure, enormous emotion and composition .. "I love you"? What sin did I commit to my words and words? And what harms me that I am not cruel or jealous? I swear to you that if you met all at one level, then every man of you will take out his heart with all his passion and anger, which is equal to that in my heart. A whit of love.

I swear that what you have claimed is that what is in my heart is a lie, a falsehood, and a vanity, if you were incarnated before you, you would see it; you would be sorry for your sincerity, and know that what is in your hearts is great. I have had to hesitate to the doctors; I find a medicine when one extinguishes the flame Shawki, and is given to my soul, which was taken by the love and accounted for himself, but; the green plant does not ignite the fire easily, And if caught burning difficult .. So was my heart! I benefit water green plant has caught fire? And I benefit the medicine heart upset tender love may wear the love and aware of it ?!

I wrote what was going on in my chest, and only my throat, my finger did what my tongue could not. One may lose his or her speech if he has a severe shock, and the heart may have a sincere love that may be deafening to his tongue. I am sure that what I suffered from the love, if I hit Qaisa; to bear the words and instead of madness, even if it hit Antar - the strong _ to fade did not utter a letter of poetry, and perhaps impossible to poet to draw a fee to compensate the tongue of his tongue, the flood of his imagination.

I have pity on some of my lovers who have suffered a lot of love. They told me that Hakim was hit by madness. He lives in a small hut on the edge of the town, and this wise man has lost much of his knowledge. I rushed to him, he might have a lifeline. At first glance, when I saw him weary of him; Sheikh Ta'an, wrinkled wrinkles under his eyes and grooves and channels. His clothes were worn, and his beard was white, long, long, with a few black bristles, and so was his hair.

When he saw my reluctance to come forward, he called me to sit next to him. I said: How are you, wise ?, replied Ali: Welcome my son. Then he smiled and said: madmen have increased one, I said angrily: I'm not mad! He said: Olst loved ?, I said: Yes, he said: you are crazy. But how did you know I was a lover ?! A little silent, he said with a little slag: My son; lovers meet in the kingdom of God. I came to complain of the disease of adoration, and I want medicine, and no one can cure me except a man like you. His life may be shabby, and he will be struck by insanity, from the excess of what he has expended in seeking knowledge.

Al-Assi said in his eyes: "My son, I am not mad, but I was touched by love, and I did not want to ask for love." O my son; Shibni has been a hobby until I saw it, and I drank from it, my thirst increased, and I lost my way, so people surprised me with madness. Listen to me, my son; I loved a girl, the moon was very much like her, when she was passing through the road, I could hear the whispers of beings swimming in praise of the great Creator, who created a fair, and created images. This girl was me, like the mother of her fetus, but the mother has a heart pumping blood in her body, and the embryo has another heart, but we had together one heart beating; and spread love in our veins, as if her passion applies in my blood.

One day, she had a severe fever that she did not do, and since then I have been crying her until she has changed to what she sees. And he said: Do you know my son? For the first time I know that fever is the most merciful of adoration. Yes, my son, fever is either to heal or kill him. As for love, it is a pleasure to torture lovers, so there is no cure for it, and no death is comforting. I said to him, "What do you mean?" Is not my case a medicine? Is not Sackmi healing? He said: "No son," I will give you the summary of my experience and the age of my life, which I spent in vain in love and passion. O my son, as for thee, then there is no cure for your sickness, nor is there any hope for your likeness of righteousness and healing. Love is like leprosy; But I trust you to lift the lovers before they fall into the darkness of love as we fell, and before they can not be cured Halki does not work with them medicine.

My son; love that does not reach an end, leave him a duty, and stick to his foot and madness. O my son; for every love is end and end, love in the law of lovers is haraam if not the end of marriage and divorce

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In my youth I passed a cafe at the bus stop and decided to have a cup of coffee until the bus arrived that would take me to my destination. I asked the waiter for a cup of coffee and asked him for a box of sugar. I began to put the sugar in the coffee without knowing it. When I saw the bus, I left. I left the coffee and paid the bill to the waiter, but he insisted on taking the sugar account too. The price of sugar has been left in the coffee, coffee has paid its expense! We argued a lot, and finally he said to me: If it really is what you say;

After a little reflection, I saw that he had the right to say, and I paid him their accounts and left. what do you want to say? I do not understand what they are aiming at? O my son; adoration of a cup of coffee obstructs your way in life, and you do not know; do you realize it or not, and if you are not sure of your ability to save him, did not add sugar to him ?! Why does love inspire more of its causes? Why insist on a hair loan in your pet until you melt her heart? And did not make of her house a home in front of him until she saves her mind? And why prolong the look to it until you dig her image in your eyes do not see others? Why do you insist on putting more sugar into a cup of coffee that you can not guarantee ?! I knew the price of sugar that I put and I could not extract it and calculated it, but do you know the price of love that you add to your soul and will not leave you? I paid the price a few dirhams, but you will pay a wound in your heart, a drop in your soul, a drain on your age, a death for your youth, and a loss of your religion.

My son; love that does not reach an end, leave him a duty, and stick to his foot and madness. O my son; for every love is end and end. Love in the law of lovers is haraam if it is not the end of marriage and divorce, and the love of God, which does not entail a bond, leads to astray. O my son; go back to your people and say to them: Love has passed on to the wise, and he has corrupted his brother, he has not received the love of his desires, nor inhabited his soul until he reaches God. And thought our owner that he was seduced, Vtggvr Lord, and returned to absent from love and hearts.