The Signs of Love

[Abu Mus'ab]

The Signs of Love

Abû Muhammad ‘Alee ibn Ahmad ibn Sa‘eed ibn Hazm

Excerpted with modifications and deletions from his book, Tawq al-Hamâmah (Ring of the Dove), translated by A.J. Arberry © 1953 Luzac & Co. Ltd.

Love has certain signs which the intelligent man quickly detects, and the shrewd man readily recognizes. Of these the first is the brooding gaze: the eye is the wide gateway of the soul, the scrutinizer of its secrets, conveying its most private thoughts, and giving expression to its deepest-hid-feelings. You will see the lover gazing at the beloved unblinkingly; his eyes follow the loved one’s every movement, withdrawing as he withdraws, inclining as he inclines, just as the chameleon’s stare shifts with the shifting of the sun…

The lover will direct his conversation to the beloved, even when he purports however earnestly to address another: the affectation is apparent to anyone with eyes to see.

When the loved one speaks, the lover listens with rapt attention to his every word; he marvels at everything the beloved says, however extraordinary and absurd his observations may be; he believes him implicitly even when he is obviously in the wrong, testifies on his behalf for all that the may be unjust, follows after him however he may proceed and whatever line of argument he may adopt. The lover hurries to the spot where the beloved is at the moment, endeavours to sit as near to him as possible, sidles up close to him, lays aside all occupations that might oblige him to leave his company, makes light of any matter however weighty that would demand his parting from him, is very slow to move when he takes his leave of him…

Other signs of love are that sudden confusion and excitement betrayed by the lover when he unexpectedly sees the one he loves coming upon him unawares, that agitation which overmasters him on beholding someone who resembles his beloved or on hearing his name suddenly pronounced…

A man in love will give prodigally to the limit of his capacity, in a way that formerly he would have refused; as if he were the one receiving the donation, he the one whose happiness is the object in view; all this in order that he may show off his good points, and make himself desirable. How often has the miser opened his pursestrings, the scowler relaxed his frown, the coward leapt heroically into the fray, the clod suddenly became sharp-witted, the boor turned into the perfect gentleman, the stinker transformed himself into the elegant dandy, the sloucher smartened up, the decrepit recaptured his lost youth, the godly gone wild, the self- respecting kicked over the traces – and all because of love!

All these signs are to be observed even before the fire of Love is properly kindled, ere its conflagration truly bursts forth, its blaze waxes fierce, its flames leap up. But when the fire really takes a hold and is firmly established, then you will see the secret whispering, the unconcealed turning away from all present but the beloved…

Other outward signs and tokens of love are the following, which are apparent to all having eyes in their heads: abundant and exceeding cheerfulness at finding oneself with the beloved in a narrow space, and a corresponding depression on being together in a wide expanse; to engage in a playful tug-of-war for anything the one or the other lays hold of; much clandestine winking; leaning sideways and supporting oneself against the object of one’s affection; endeavouring to touch his hand, and whatever other part of his body one can reach, while engaged in conversation; and drinking the remainder of what the beloved has left in the cup, seeking out the very spot against which his lips were pressed.

There are also contrary signs, that occur according to casual provocations and accidental incitements, and a variety of motivating causes and stimulating thoughts.

Opposite are of course likes in reality; when things reach the limit of contrariety, and stand at the furthest bounds of divergency, they come to resemble one another. This is decreed by God’s omnipotent power, in a manner that baffles entirely the human imagination. Thus, when ice is pressed a long time in the hand, it finally produces the same effect as fire. We find that extreme joy and extreme sorrow kill equally; excessive and violent laughter sends the tears coursing from the eyes. It is very common phenomenon in the world about us. Similarly with lovers: when they love each other with an equal ardour, and their mutual affection is intensely strong, they will turn against one another without any valid reason, each purposely contradicting the other in whatever he may say; they quarrel violently over the smallest things, each picking up every word that the other lets fall and willfully misinterpreting it. All these devices are aimed at testing and proving what each is seeking in the other.

Now the difference between this sham, and real aversion and contrariness born of deep-seated hatred and reconciled after their disputes. You will see a pair of lovers seeming to have reached the extreme limit of contrariety, to the point that you would reckon not to be mended even in the instance of a person of most tranquil spirit, wholly exempt from rancour, save after long interval, and wholly irreparable in the case of a quarrelsome man; yet in next to no time you will observe them to have become the best friends once more; silenced are those mutual reproaches, vanished that disharmony; forthwith they are laughing again and playfully sporting together.

The same scene may be enacted several times at a single session. When you see a pair of lovers behaving in such a fashion, let no doubt enter your mind, no uncertainty invade your thoughts; you may be sure without hesitation, and convinced as by an unshakable certainty, that there lies between them a deep and hidden secret – the secret of true love. Take this then for a sure test, a universally valid experiment: it is the product only of an equal partnership in love, and a true concord of hearts. I myself have observed it frequently.

Another sign is when you find the lover almost entreating to hear the loved one’s name pronounced, taking an extreme delight in speaking about him, so that the subject is a positive obsession with him; nothing so much rejoices him, and he is not in the least restrained by the fear that someone listening may realize what he is about, and someone present will understand his true motives. Love for a thing renders you blind and deaf. If the lover could so contrive, that in the place where he happens to be there should be no talk of anything but his beloved, he would never leave that spot for any other in the whole world.

It can happen that a man sincerely affected by love will start to eat his mean with an excellent appetite; yet the instant the recollection of his loved one is excited, the food sticks in his throat and chokes his gullet. It is the same if he is drinking, or talking – he begins to converse with you gaily enough, then all at once he is invaded by a chance thought of his dear one. You will notice the change in his manner of speaking, the instantaneous failure of his conversational powers; the sure signs are his long silences, the way he stares at the ground, his extreme taciturnity. One moment he is all smiles, lightly gesticulating; the next, and he has become completely boxed up, sluggish, distrait, rigid, too weary to utter a single word, irritated by the most innocent question.

Love’s signs also include fondness for solitude and a pleasure in being alone, as well as wasting of the body not accompanied by any fever or ache preventing free activity and liberty of movement. The walk is also an unerring indication and never-deceiving sing of an inward lassitude of spirit. Sleeplessness too is a common affliction of lovers; the poets have described this condition frequently, relating how they watch the stars, and giving an account of the night’s interminable length…

Trepidation overtakes lovers in two situations. The first is when the lover hopes to meet the beloved, and then some obstacles intervene to prevent it. I know a man whose loved one had promised to visit him; thereafter I never saw him but that he was coming and going the whole time, quite unable to be still or to remain in one place; now he would advance, anon he would retire; joy had made him positively nimble and spritely, though formerly he was exceedingly grave and sedate…

The second cause of trepidation is when a quarrel breaks out between the loving couple, in the course of which reproaches fly about, the true grounds whereof only a detailed explanation can make clear. Then the lover’s agitatio n becomes violent indeed, and continues until the matter comes completely into the open; when either the burden under which he has been struggling is lifted, if he has cause to hope for forgiveness, or his trepidation converts into sorrow and despair, if he is fearful that the beloved will thenceforward banish him. The lover may however submit humbly to the loved one’s cruelty, as shall be expounded hereafter in its proper context, God willing.

Among the accidents of Love may be mentioned an extreme impatience under affliction, such a paroxysm of emotion as completely overwhelms the lover and leaves him speechless, as when he sees his beloved turning from him in undisguised aversion…

Another sign of Love is that you will see the lover loving his beloved’s kith and kin and the intimate ones of his household, to such an extent that they are nearer and dearer to him than his own folk, himself, and all his familiar friends. Weeping is a well-known sign of Love; except that men differ very greatly from one another in this particular. Some are ready weepers; their tear-ducts are always overflowing, and their eyes respond immediately to their emotion, the tears rolling down at a moment’s notice. Others are dry-eyed and barren of tears; to this category I myself belong. This is a result of my habit of eating frankincense to abate the palpitation from which I have suffered since childhood. I will be afflicted by some shocking blow, and at once feel my heart to be splitting and breaking into fragments; I have chocking sensation in my heart more bitter than colocynth, that prevents me from getting my words out properly, and sometimes well nigh suffocates me. My eyes therefore respond to my feelings but rarely, and then my tears are exceedingly sparse…

It will happen in Love that the lovers have evil thoughts of one another; each suspects every word the partner utters, and misconstrues it willfully; which is the origin of reproaches which lovers often level each against each. I have an acquaintance who is normally the most unsuspicious man in the world, extremely broad-minded, possessed of great patience and untold tolerance, indulgent to a fault; yet when he is in love, he cannot endure the slightest thing between him and the object of his affection; let the least difference between them, and he will forthwith utter all kind of reproaches and give voice to every manner of mistrust…

You will see the lover, when unsure of the constancy of his loved one’s feelings for him, perpetually on his guard in a way that he never troubled to be before; he polishes his language, he refines his gestures and his glances, particularly if he has the misfortune and mischance to be in love with one given to making unjust accusations, or of a quarrelsome disposition.

Another sign of Love is the way the lover pays attention to the beloved; remembering everything that falls from his lips; searching out all the news about him, so that nothing small or great that happens to him may escape his knowledge; in short, following closely his every movement. Upon my life, sometimes you will see a complete dolt under these circumstances become most keen, a careless fellow turn exceedingly quick-witted.

I was seated one day at Almeria, with a knot of other people, in the shop of Ismâ‘eel ibn Yûnus, the Hebrew physician who was also a shrewd and clever physiognomist. Mujâhid ibn al-Haseen al-Qaisee said to him, pointing to a certain man named Hâtim – he was familiarly known as Ab û’l-Baqâ’ – who was withdrawn apart from the rest of us, “What do you say about this man?” He looked at him for a brief moment, and then said, “He is passionately in love ”. Mujâhid exclaimed, “You are right; what made you say this?” Ismâ’eel answered, “Because of an extreme confusion apparent in his face. Simply that; otherwise all the rest of his movements are unremarkable. I knew from this that he is in love, and not suffering from any mental disorder.”

[urban_rose]

:D JazakAllah for posting this, akhi....

[Abu Mus'ab]

:D JazakAllah for posting this, akhi....
It sounds very familiar, just like the "on the nature of love" thread *Roll Eyes*

Well it's the same author (Imam Ibn Hazm Rahimahullah) from the same book, so *cough*

Wa iyyaaki.

[Al-Irhaab]

akhi uhubik feesabilillah.... :inlove:

[Abu Mus'ab]

akhi uhubik feesabilillah.... :inlove:
ack! stay back :spunch:

This is all a big plan to turn me into a softy isn't it? :scratch:

Ah well i guess if you can't beat them join them. Uhibuka feesabeelillah aydhan :D

[Medievalist]

:rotfl: :rotfl:

The lover will direct his conversation to the beloved, even when he purports however earnestly to address another: the affectation is apparent to anyone with eyes to see.

I hear it's true.

makes light of any matter however weighty that would demand his parting from him, is very slow to move when he takes his leave of him…
...

like university exams? :rotfl:

that agitation which overmasters him on beholding someone who resembles his beloved or on hearing his name suddenly pronounced…

I hear some dont even mention the name of their lost loved - nor whisper it. And supposedly they dont stay in a place where someone resembles her nor do they stay where a thing reminds him of her.



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Similarly with lovers: when they love each other with an equal ardour, and their mutual affection is intensely strong, they will turn against one another without any valid reason, each purposely contradicting the other in whatever he may say; they quarrel violently over the smallest things, each picking up every word that the other lets fall and willfully misinterpreting it. All these devices are aimed at testing and proving what each is seeking in the other.


You will see a pair of lovers seeming to have reached the extreme limit of contrariety, to the point that you would reckon not to be mended even in the instance of a person of most tranquil spirit, wholly exempt from rancour, save after long interval, and wholly irreparable in the case of a quarrelsome man; yet in next to no time you will observe them to have become the best friends once more; silenced are those mutual reproaches, vanished that disharmony; forthwith they are laughing again and playfully sporting together.

The above section has been answered at the end of this section below.

When you see a pair of lovers behaving in such a fashion, let no doubt enter your mind, no uncertainty invade your thoughts; you may be sure without hesitation, and convinced as by an unshakable certainty, that there lies between them a deep and hidden secret – the secret of true love.

Other good exceptionally good portions -


so that the subject is a positive obsession with him; nothing so much rejoices him, and he is not in the least restrained by the fear that someone listening may realize what he is about,
. . .

yet the instant the recollection of his loved one is excited, the food sticks in his throat and chokes his gullet.
. . .

It is the same if he is drinking, or talking – he begins to converse with you gaily enough, then all at once he is invaded by a chance thought of his dear one. You will notice the change in his manner of speaking, the instantaneous failure of his conversational powers; the sure signs are his long silences, the way he stares at the ground, his extreme taciturnity. One moment he is all smiles, lightly gesticulating; the next, and he has become completely boxed up, sluggish, distrait, rigid, too weary to utter a single word, irritated by the most innocent question.

. . .

Love’s signs also include fondness for solitude and a pleasure in being alone, as well as wasting of the body not accompanied by any fever or ache preventing free activity and liberty of movement. The walk is also an unerring indication and never-deceiving sing of an inward lassitude of spirit. Sleeplessness too is a common affliction of lovers; the poets have described this condition frequently, relating how they watch the stars, and giving an account of the night’s interminable length…

. . .


Weeping is a well-known sign of Love; except that men differ very greatly from one another in this particular. Some are ready weepers; their tear-ducts are always overflowing, and their eyes respond immediately to their emotion, the tears rolling down at a moment’s notice.

[ur_yusra]

:scratch:

[Medievalist]

Abu Mus'ab - May ALLAH Ta'ala crown you with the inheritance of the Ambiyah alayhimus salaam and make your good deeds heavy and your sins light. May He ta'ala grant you a righteous household and a pure heart such that it is the Pride of our Nation. May He Ta'ala reward you with nothing short of His Ridha and make you and us amongst His Beloved Servants - ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen.

[Medievalist]

:scratch:

u really need to get yr nits sorted out.


:rotfl:

[ur_yusra]

u really need to get yr nits sorted out.


:rotfl:

Roll over on the floor cracking up laughing because that was so intensely funny - Really Medi its good we have you on this forum otherwise where would we obtain our daily entertainment.

Not.

[urban_rose]

Abu Mus'ab - May ALLAH Ta'ala crown you with the inheritance of the Ambiyah alayhimus salaam and make your good deeds heavy and your sins light. May He ta'ala grant you a righteous household and a pure heart such that it is the Pride of our Nation. May He Ta'ala reward you with nothing short of His Ridha and make you and us amongst His Beloved Servants - ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen.

Ameen :)

u really need to get yr nits sorted out.


:rotfl:

sorry, bro, but that was real lame :D

Roll over on the floor cracking up laughing because that was so intensely funny - Really Medi its good we have you on this forum otherwise where would we obtain our daily entertainment.

Not.

now thats funny :rotfl:

[Abu Mus'ab]

Abu Mus'ab - May ALLAH Ta'ala crown you with the inheritance of the Ambiyah alayhimus salaam and make your good deeds heavy and your sins light. May He ta'ala grant you a righteous household and a pure heart such that it is the Pride of our Nation. May He Ta'ala reward you with nothing short of His Ridha and make you and us amongst His Beloved Servants - ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen.
Ameen, wa iyyaakum.

[Islamiyyah]

That was sooo sweet! JazakAllahu Khayr, Im definatly going to share this with someone:rolleyes: :)

Btw was this in a book?

[Kal-El]

When the loved one speaks, the lover listens with rapt attention to his everyword; he marvels at everything the beloved says, however extraordinary and absurd his observations may be; he believes him

What kind of love are we talking about here? :scratch:

[Abu Mus'ab]

That was sooo sweet! JazakAllahu Khayr, Im definatly going to share this with someone:rolleyes: :)

Btw was this in a book?
I had it as a PDF, but it says it's an exerpt from the kitaab called tawq al hamamah (ring of the dove) of Imam Ibn Hazm rahimahullah.

[Abu Mus'ab]

What kind of love are we talking about here? :scratch:
Not what you're thinking about that's for sure.

[Medievalist]

Roll over on the floor cracking up laughing because that was so intensely funny - Really Medi its good we have you on this forum otherwise where would we obtain our daily entertainment.

Not.

I dont care for your tone, young lady.:rolleyes:

[Kal-El]

Not what you're thinking about that's for sure.

Obviously it's talking about that or whoever edited it was having a laugh :rolleyes:

[Islamiyyah]

I had it as a PDF, but it says it's an exerpt from the kitaab called tawq al hamamah (ring of the dove) of Imam Ibn Hazm rahimahullah.

Ah okay. Can you upload the pdf if you dont mind, as soon as you get a chance, no rush though.


BarakAllahu Feeq

[ur_yusra]

I'm confused :(

[Kal-El]

There's a surprise :rolleyes:

[Abu Mus'ab]

Obviously it's talking about that or whoever edited it was having a laugh :rolleyes:


Go wash your mind out with soap :torture:

[Kal-El]

Bruv, you might want to wash out that post first :rolleyes:

[Abu Mus'ab]

I'm confused :(
About what? :scratch:

[Abu_Mohammad_21]

The greatest, deepest and purest love is the love for Allah - Most High. You cannot compare anything to that love, it is undying and it only increases in intensity. The more you learn about yourself, the more you study Islam, the more you study the lives of the Prophets, the more you learn about the mercy of Allah - Most High, the stronger your love grows.

The love of the Prophet Muhammad is also extremely important. It is central to our faith. The Prophet Muhammad is the Lord’s most beloved. Allahu Akbar.

'Umar ibn al-Khattab told the Prophet, "I love you more than anything except my soul which is between my two sides." The Prophet replied, "None of you will believe until I am dearer to him than his own soul." 'Umar said, "By the One who sent down the Book on you, I love you more than my soul which is between my two sides." The Prophet said, "'Umar, now you have it!" (al-Bukhari)

You’ll find people that start crying when they read about the life of Muhammad, you’ll find those that would give everything to have been alive during his time. That is true love.

[Raziel]

The Signs of Love

Abû Muhammad ‘Alee ibn Ahmad ibn Sa‘eed ibn Hazm

Excerpted with modifications and deletions from his book, Tawq al-Hamâmah (Ring of the Dove), translated by A.J. Arberry © 1953 Luzac & Co. Ltd.

Love has certain signs which the intelligent man quickly detects, and the shrewd man readily recognizes. Of these the first is the brooding gaze: the eye is the wide gateway of the soul, the scrutinizer of its secrets, conveying its most private thoughts, and giving expression to its deepest-hid-feelings. You will see the lover gazing at the beloved unblinkingly; his eyes follow the loved one’s every movement, withdrawing as he withdraws, inclining as he inclines, just as the chameleon’s stare shifts with the shifting of the sun…

The lover will direct his conversation to the beloved, even when he purports however earnestly to address another: the affectation is apparent to anyone with eyes to see.

When the loved one speaks, the lover listens with rapt attention to his every word; he marvels at everything the beloved says, however extraordinary and absurd his observations may be; he believes him implicitly even when he is obviously in the wrong, testifies on his behalf for all that the may be unjust, follows after him however he may proceed and whatever line of argument he may adopt. The lover hurries to the spot where the beloved is at the moment, endeavours to sit as near to him as possible, sidles up close to him, lays aside all occupations that might oblige him to leave his company, makes light of any matter however weighty that would demand his parting from him, is very slow to move when he takes his leave of him…

Other signs of love are that sudden confusion and excitement betrayed by the lover when he unexpectedly sees the one he loves coming upon him unawares, that agitation which overmasters him on beholding someone who resembles his beloved or on hearing his name suddenly pronounced…

A man in love will give prodigally to the limit of his capacity, in a way that formerly he would have refused; as if he were the one receiving the donation, he the one whose happiness is the object in view; all this in order that he may show off his good points, and make himself desirable. How often has the miser opened his pursestrings, the scowler relaxed his frown, the coward leapt heroically into the fray, the clod suddenly became sharp-witted, the boor turned into the perfect gentleman, the stinker transformed himself into the elegant dandy, the sloucher smartened up, the decrepit recaptured his lost youth, the godly gone wild, the self- respecting kicked over the traces – and all because of love!

All these signs are to be observed even before the fire of Love is properly kindled, ere its conflagration truly bursts forth, its blaze waxes fierce, its flames leap up. But when the fire really takes a hold and is firmly established, then you will see the secret whispering, the unconcealed turning away from all present but the beloved…

Other outward signs and tokens of love are the following, which are apparent to all having eyes in their heads: abundant and exceeding cheerfulness at finding oneself with the beloved in a narrow space, and a corresponding depression on being together in a wide expanse; to engage in a playful tug-of-war for anything the one or the other lays hold of; much clandestine winking; leaning sideways and supporting oneself against the object of one’s affection; endeavouring to touch his hand, and whatever other part of his body one can reach, while engaged in conversation; and drinking the remainder of what the beloved has left in the cup, seeking out the very spot against which his lips were pressed.

There are also contrary signs, that occur according to casual provocations and accidental incitements, and a variety of motivating causes and stimulating thoughts.

Opposite are of course likes in reality; when things reach the limit of contrariety, and stand at the furthest bounds of divergency, they come to resemble one another. This is decreed by God’s omnipotent power, in a manner that baffles entirely the human imagination. Thus, when ice is pressed a long time in the hand, it finally produces the same effect as fire. We find that extreme joy and extreme sorrow kill equally; excessive and violent laughter sends the tears coursing from the eyes. It is very common phenomenon in the world about us. Similarly with lovers: when they love each other with an equal ardour, and their mutual affection is intensely strong, they will turn against one another without any valid reason, each purposely contradicting the other in whatever he may say; they quarrel violently over the smallest things, each picking up every word that the other lets fall and willfully misinterpreting it. All these devices are aimed at testing and proving what each is seeking in the other.

Now the difference between this sham, and real aversion and contrariness born of deep-seated hatred and reconciled after their disputes. You will see a pair of lovers seeming to have reached the extreme limit of contrariety, to the point that you would reckon not to be mended even in the instance of a person of most tranquil spirit, wholly exempt from rancour, save after long interval, and wholly irreparable in the case of a quarrelsome man; yet in next to no time you will observe them to have become the best friends once more; silenced are those mutual reproaches, vanished that disharmony; forthwith they are laughing again and playfully sporting together.

The same scene may be enacted several times at a single session. When you see a pair of lovers behaving in such a fashion, let no doubt enter your mind, no uncertainty invade your thoughts; you may be sure without hesitation, and convinced as by an unshakable certainty, that there lies between them a deep and hidden secret – the secret of true love. Take this then for a sure test, a universally valid experiment: it is the product only of an equal partnership in love, and a true concord of hearts. I myself have observed it frequently.

Another sign is when you find the lover almost entreating to hear the loved one’s name pronounced, taking an extreme delight in speaking about him, so that the subject is a positive obsession with him; nothing so much rejoices him, and he is not in the least restrained by the fear that someone listening may realize what he is about, and someone present will understand his true motives. Love for a thing renders you blind and deaf. If the lover could so contrive, that in the place where he happens to be there should be no talk of anything but his beloved, he would never leave that spot for any other in the whole world.

It can happen that a man sincerely affected by love will start to eat his mean with an excellent appetite; yet the instant the recollection of his loved one is excited, the food sticks in his throat and chokes his gullet. It is the same if he is drinking, or talking – he begins to converse with you gaily enough, then all at once he is invaded by a chance thought of his dear one. You will notice the change in his manner of speaking, the instantaneous failure of his conversational powers; the sure signs are his long silences, the way he stares at the ground, his extreme taciturnity. One moment he is all smiles, lightly gesticulating; the next, and he has become completely boxed up, sluggish, distrait, rigid, too weary to utter a single word, irritated by the most innocent question.

Love’s signs also include fondness for solitude and a pleasure in being alone, as well as wasting of the body not accompanied by any fever or ache preventing free activity and liberty of movement. The walk is also an unerring indication and never-deceiving sing of an inward lassitude of spirit. Sleeplessness too is a common affliction of lovers; the poets have described this condition frequently, relating how they watch the stars, and giving an account of the night’s interminable length…

Trepidation overtakes lovers in two situations. The first is when the lover hopes to meet the beloved, and then some obstacles intervene to prevent it. I know a man whose loved one had promised to visit him; thereafter I never saw him but that he was coming and going the whole time, quite unable to be still or to remain in one place; now he would advance, anon he would retire; joy had made him positively nimble and spritely, though formerly he was exceedingly grave and sedate…

The second cause of trepidation is when a quarrel breaks out between the loving couple, in the course of which reproaches fly about, the true grounds whereof only a detailed explanation can make clear. Then the lover’s agitatio n becomes violent indeed, and continues until the matter comes completely into the open; when either the burden under which he has been struggling is lifted, if he has cause to hope for forgiveness, or his trepidation converts into sorrow and despair, if he is fearful that the beloved will thenceforward banish him. The lover may however submit humbly to the loved one’s cruelty, as shall be expounded hereafter in its proper context, God willing.

Among the accidents of Love may be mentioned an extreme impatience under affliction, such a paroxysm of emotion as completely overwhelms the lover and leaves him speechless, as when he sees his beloved turning from him in undisguised aversion…

Another sign of Love is that you will see the lover loving his beloved’s kith and kin and the intimate ones of his household, to such an extent that they are nearer and dearer to him than his own folk, himself, and all his familiar friends. Weeping is a well-known sign of Love; except that men differ very greatly from one another in this particular. Some are ready weepers; their tear-ducts are always overflowing, and their eyes respond immediately to their emotion, the tears rolling down at a moment’s notice. Others are dry-eyed and barren of tears; to this category I myself belong. This is a result of my habit of eating frankincense to abate the palpitation from which I have suffered since childhood. I will be afflicted by some shocking blow, and at once feel my heart to be splitting and breaking into fragments; I have chocking sensation in my heart more bitter than colocynth, that prevents me from getting my words out properly, and sometimes well nigh suffocates me. My eyes therefore respond to my feelings but rarely, and then my tears are exceedingly sparse…

It will happen in Love that the lovers have evil thoughts of one another; each suspects every word the partner utters, and misconstrues it willfully; which is the origin of reproaches which lovers often level each against each. I have an acquaintance who is normally the most unsuspicious man in the world, extremely broad-minded, possessed of great patience and untold tolerance, indulgent to a fault; yet when he is in love, he cannot endure the slightest thing between him and the object of his affection; let the least difference between them, and he will forthwith utter all kind of reproaches and give voice to every manner of mistrust…

You will see the lover, when unsure of the constancy of his loved one’s feelings for him, perpetually on his guard in a way that he never troubled to be before; he polishes his language, he refines his gestures and his glances, particularly if he has the misfortune and mischance to be in love with one given to making unjust accusations, or of a quarrelsome disposition.

Another sign of Love is the way the lover pays attention to the beloved; remembering everything that falls from his lips; searching out all the news about him, so that nothing small or great that happens to him may escape his knowledge; in short, following closely his every movement. Upon my life, sometimes you will see a complete dolt under these circumstances become most keen, a careless fellow turn exceedingly quick-witted.

I was seated one day at Almeria, with a knot of other people, in the shop of Ismâ‘eel ibn Yûnus, the Hebrew physician who was also a shrewd and clever physiognomist. Mujâhid ibn al-Haseen al-Qaisee said to him, pointing to a certain man named Hâtim – he was familiarly known as Ab û’l-Baqâ’ – who was withdrawn apart from the rest of us, “What do you say about this man?” He looked at him for a brief moment, and then said, “He is passionately in love ”. Mujâhid exclaimed, “You are right; what made you say this?” Ismâ’eel answered, “Because of an extreme confusion apparent in his face. Simply that; otherwise all the rest of his movements are unremarkable. I knew from this that he is in love, and not suffering from any mental disorder.”

DIdn't expect you to get lovey dovey bro...:rolleyes:

:jkk: for the post though...:D

[Abu Mus'ab]

Ah okay. Can you upload the pdf if you dont mind, as soon as you get a chance, no rush though.


BarakAllahu Feeq
Here's the whole book,

http://www.muslimphilosophy.com/hazm/dove/ringdove.html

The pdf is just that small piece which i've posted above, but if you want it i can still upload it.

[Abu Mus'ab]

DIdn't expect you to get lovey dovey bro...:rolleyes:

:jkk: for the post though...:D
That aint my story :scratch:

I aint lovey dovey am i? :confused:

[urban_rose]

That aint my story :scratch:

I aint lovey dovey am i? :confused:

:D i think you're widely known to be quite the opposite, but posting things like this might get a few clogs turning :outta:

[Abu_Mohammad_21]

That aint my story :scratch:

I aint lovey dovey am i? :confused:

Please stop that talk.

Its embarrassing.

[Kal-El]

Please stop that talk.

Its embarrassing.

:rotfl:

[Abu Mus'ab]

Please stop that talk.

Its embarrassing.
Embarrasing for you maybe, before i post something i have already thought it, and know all it's consequences, so unlike you i don't have to be embarrased because i said something.

I know who i posted this for, and those people who i posted it for know who they are, i really couldn't care less what a nobody like yourself have to say about it.

[Kal-El]

:rotfl:

[Reptile]

Embarrasing for you maybe, before i post something i have already thought it, and know all it's consequences, so unlike you i don't have to be embarrased because i said something.

I know who i posted this for, and those people who i posted it for know who they are, i really couldn't care less what a nobody like yourself have to say about it.

ouch :rotfl:

[Medievalist]

Here's the whole book,

http://www.muslimphilosophy.com/hazm/dove/ringdove.html

The pdf is just that small piece which i've posted above, but if you want it i can still upload it.

:up: JazakALLAH. I'm actually buying this book tomorrow inshaALLAH.

From the link:

I have seen this happen to many people, and can relate to you a personal experience of the same order; for I am also one who has been afflicted by this calamity, and surprised by this misfortune. I was deeply in love with, and passionately enamoured of, a certain, slave-girl once in my possession, whose name was Nu`m: she was a dream of desire, a paragon of physical and moral beauty, and we were in perfect harmony. She had known no other man before me, and our love for each other was mutual and perfectly satisfying. Then the fates ravished her from me, and the nights and passing days carried her away; she became one with the dust and stones. At the time of her death I was not yet twenty, and she younger than I. For seven months thereafter I never once put off my garments; my tears ceased not to flow, though I am a man not given to weeping, nor discovering relief in lamentation. And by Allah, I have not found consolation for her loss even to this day. If ransoms could have been of avail, I would have ransomed her with everything of which I stand possessed, my inheritance and all my earnings, aye, and with the most precious limb of my body, swiftly and willingly. Since her death life has never seemed sweet to me; I have never forgotten her memory, nor been intimate with any other woman. My love for her blotted out all that went before, and made anathema to me all that came after it. Here are some of the poems which I composed about her

That is deep. Mawlana speaks from the heart - it's so blatantly genuine that leaves the reader speechless.

The second kind of oblivion is artificial; in this the soul is constrained to forget. This is what is generally known as conscious fortitude. You will see a man displaying the most resolute impassivity, though in his heart there is a pricking anguish more painful than the stab of a stiletto; but he reckons some evils to be more bearable than others, and in accounting with his soul uses arguments which can neither be deflected nor shattered. This sort of forgetting involves a man so comporting himself in no reproach or blame, because it does not arise save as the result of a terrible calamity, nor happens except in consequence of a shocking blow, having as its cause either some circumstance which no self-respecting man could stomach, or some catastrophe, some turn of destiny against which resistance is vain. It is enough to reflect that such a man as I have here described does not in fact forget; on the contrary, he remembers everything, and is full of fond yearning; he remains faithful to his covenant, as he gulps down the bitter draughts of patient endurance.

:rubeyes:

[Lambo5688]

huh? Abu Musab is in love? wow...mashallah! bring out the sweets.

[ur_yusra]

You brothers are just too soppy :smack:

[ibn suleman]

:jkk: Abu M :D

[Kal-El]

Abu Mus'ab in love?!

*chokes on water*

Lool

That is scandalous!

[Lambo5688]

Abu Mus'ab in love?!

*chokes on water*

Lool

That is scandalous!


Indeed. Ill alert the media.

[Masumah]

excellent thread...and true :) (well i dont really know that but im figuring it is :p)

[Medievalist]

Abu Mus'ab in love?!

*chokes on water*

Lool

That is scandalous!


Im not saying he is cos I dont knw.

But whats scandalous about that?

[Lambo5688]

excellent thread...and true :) [/COLOR]

true that bro musab is in love?

[Kal-El]

Im not saying he is cos I dont knw.

But whats scandalous about that?

That's just shocking. He doesn't seem like the type.

It's like hearing that Volt has bought Ummah.com loool

[Lambo5688]

Im not saying he is cos I dont knw.

But whats scandalous about that?

**GASP!**

[RaNdOm]

:salams

i think even the hardest of hearts break down with the right person

[Masumah]

true that bro musab is in love?

eh? no..iment the contents of the article are true

[Lambo5688]

eh? no..iment the contents of the article are true

riiiigghtt

[Medievalist]

That's just shocking. He doesn't seem like the type.



The bigger they are the harder they fall.

Trust me on that one, bro. The ones who you dont expect to have much emotions or to be unbothered about all this - they the ones who drown when these tings happen.

whatever the situation with whoever - may ALLAH Ta'ala grant our brothers and sisters the joy and contentment of the heart and protect it from all types of sorrow and pain and anguish - ameen.

[Kal-El]

Ameen

[$HugoBoss$]

So whens the party, has abu musab fixed the date yet????

[Masumah]

oh gv the poor bro sum slack..he js posted a nice thread it doesnt mean owt..i think.

[Abu Mus'ab]

:rotfl: these guys are just too predictable, lambo in particular *Roll Eyes*

[Abu Mus'ab]

huh? Abu Musab is in love? wow...mashallah! bring out the sweets.
Who's in love? :rubeyes:

You know i can make you play along to my games without you realising it *Roll Eyes*

[Abu Mus'ab]

The bigger they are the harder they fall.

Trust me on that one, bro. The ones who you dont expect to have much emotions or to be unbothered about all this - they the ones who drown when these tings happen.

whatever the situation with whoever - may ALLAH Ta'ala grant our brothers and sisters the joy and contentment of the heart and protect it from all types of sorrow and pain and anguish - ameen.

I guess i'll have no problem then :rolleyes:

Ameen.

[Al-Irhaab]

Abu Mus'ab - May ALLAH Ta'ala crown you with the inheritance of the Ambiyah alayhimus salaam and make your good deeds heavy and your sins light. May He ta'ala grant you a righteous household and a pure heart such that it is the Pride of our Nation. May He Ta'ala reward you with nothing short of His Ridha and make you and us amongst His Beloved Servants - ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen.


ameen
























yeah make duah for abu musab but not for me innit :torture: thats wot u call backstabbing

[junaidb]

Abu Mus'ab - May ALLAH Ta'ala crown you with the inheritance of the Ambiyah alayhimus salaam and make your good deeds heavy and your sins light. May He ta'ala grant you a righteous household and a pure heart such that it is the Pride of our Nation. May He Ta'ala reward you with nothing short of His Ridha and make you and us amongst His Beloved Servants - ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen.

ameen

[Kal-El]

I dont know if anyone else has noticed, but the article is talking about a love between two men. Or atleast have parts in where it talks about two men.

[Abu Mus'ab]

Medi please show Kal El the door, then tell him what the article was talking about *Roll Eyes*

[Lambo5688]

Who's in love? :rubeyes:

You know i can make you play along to my games without you realising it *Roll Eyes*

Or am I playing along on purpose?

Bro, trust me, noone makes me play along, I make people play along. There are techniques out there that you can make a person do anything. I can freakiin sell you a piece of paper with my name on it for 50 dollars and you would think you got a good deal. And I talk from experience.

Lol, if you ever talked to me in real life, and you have seen my pic, but you still wont be able to know its me, becuase my dialect and sometimes my appearance changes regularly.

Me, actin all goofy in ummah, is not me. haha.

[Abu Mus'ab]

Or am I playing along on purpose?

heh i doubt that, though it's something you can always say when you've been fooled innit :rolleyes:

[S@Z]

That's just shocking. He doesn't seem like the type.

It's like hearing that Volt has bought Ummah.com loool


....that example is :rotfl:

but imagine if that was to be a reality :rubeyes: NOOoooo *shrieks into oblivion*

[Reptile]

You know i can make you play along to my games without you realising it *Roll Eyes*


:rotfl: my brother always bloody tortured me with that

loool s@z

[Medievalist]

ameen

yeah make duah for abu musab but not for me innit :torture: thats wot u call backstabbing

have u contributed to the forum with such a beautiful thread? No - :torture:

May Rahmaan Ta'ala ennoble you with the sunnah of the Nabi :saw: - may He Ta'ala make your inner better than your outer and may He make your outer pure. May Haq Ta'ala grant you a life upon the Seerah of the Khatamun Nabiyeen :saw: and a death upon the Path.

May ALLAH azza wa jal forgive our former sins and our latter sins and make us among the Righteous. Oh ALLAH we do not know how to ask you so we beseech You for that which the Nabi :saw: beseeched You and teh Righteous Slaves, and OH ALLAH we seek Your Refuge from those things which the Nabi :saw: sought Your Refuge and the Righteous Slaves. Ya ALLAH grant us barakah in our imaan, islaam and ihsaan and transform our sins into good deeds, beshak this is no difficulty for you Ya Dhal Jalaali wal Ikraam - ameen

[Medievalist]

Medi please show Kal El the door, then tell him what the article was talking about *Roll Eyes*

Kal-El - THIS way please. :badguy:

[Lambo5688]

heh i doubt that, though it's something you can always say when you've been fooled innit :rolleyes:

Fooled? What did you fool me into? That your in love? Come on bro....try harder next time! :rotfl:

[Raziel]

That aint my story :scratch:

I aint lovey dovey am i? :confused:

I know it wasn't your story, but the very post was unexpected from You, especially on this subject matter...:D

You've been Caught in the act bro, we know your a softy...:D

:jkk:

[Masumah]

I know it wasn't your story, but the very post was unexpected from You, especially on this subject matter...:D

You've been Caught in the act bro, we know your a softy...:D

:jkk:

the bro admitted to being a softy in his interveiw..as sum may say his bark is fiercer than his bite:rolleyes:

[Raziel]

the bro admitted to being a softy in his interveiw..as sum may say his bark is fiercer than his bite:rolleyes:

lol! :rotfl: O well, now everyone knows he's a proper Softy...:D

:jkk: sister...:)

[Abu Mus'ab]

Fooled? What did you fool me into? That your in love? Come on bro....try harder next time! :rotfl:
Yeah yeah borat you don't have to be ashamed you know *Roll Eyes*

[Abu Mus'ab]

the bro admitted to being a softy in his interveiw..as sum may say his bark is fiercer than his bite:rolleyes:
Softy as in there are limits that i don't overstep *Roll Eyes*

[Asmara]

The signs of love are not always so obvious. A person can love you very much but not readily display it.

[Abu Mus'ab]

the bro admitted to being a softy in his interveiw..as sum may say his bark is fiercer than his bite:rolleyes:
Well i already made one very similar to this one in the past, if you checked the threadds started by me you'll find one called "on the nature of love"

So it didn't come as a big shock when i posted this one.

If i grew up a little different then i really would have been an asli softy *Roll Eyes*

[Medievalist]

I dont believe in Love.. all it gives you... is PaiN!:crying2: Your better of without it! Traaaaaast!

dil and dard are two closely related entities.

So you'd have no love and no pain?

I'd disagree. better to have that love and pain than to not have that love at all - but what do I knw **roll eyes**

[Reptile]

better to have loved than lost than not love at all :coolbro:

[Medievalist]

I disagree! Thats just fairy tale thingymajigs, in reality its more like:
Better not to have loved at all.. so then you wont have to lose anyfin.

:rotfl:

Yeh pain is a reality of life but dont you think that the happiness you get in love is worth more than any pain you get?:rubeyes:

[Abu Mus'ab]

na dil ho, na dard!.. thats what i think :rolleyes:
wah wah this bruv knows what i'm talking about :coolbro:

aheeem i mean, yeah same here *Roll Eyes*

[Abu Mus'ab]

:rotfl:

Yeh pain is a reality of life but dont you think that the happiness you get in love is worth more than any pain you get?:rubeyes:
He's young and naive bruv **roll eyes**

[urban_rose]

I dont believe in Love.. all it gives you... is PaiN!:crying2: Your better of without it! Traaaaaast!

On that note,

Hubb in Arabic means Love, Begins with 'ha' which comes from the throat (inside of you). Ends with 'Ba' which is pronounced from the lips (outside of you. Hence love starts from the inside and manifests outside. :)

thats interesting :)

[urban_rose]

He's young and naive bruv **roll eyes**

:scratch: how comes you put **roll eyes** ? :rubeyes:

[urban_rose]

its goooooood innit.. someone sent me that as a txt

yep, im gonna use that now :D

[RaNdOm]

yep, im gonna use that now :D

:salams

so soppy :rolleyes:

[urban_rose]

He's a Squint, hence whenever he wants to squint he ends up "rolling his eyes"



Am joking bro.. your cool

nah, i meant he usually writes *Rolls Eyes* :up:

:salams

so soppy :rolleyes:

:D im not part of AMS ;) any wonder why :love: :hidban:

[Medievalist]

This is all futile speech. The thread is signs of love. I dont think ne1 can add much to Ml. description.

[urban_rose]

Its Copyright.. Hassnetwork 2007. All Rights Reserved!

you can take it next year

we can share the rights, k? Its Copyright.. Hassnetwork + urban_rose 2007. All Rights Reserved!

:hidban:

[Medievalist]

Look who's talkin' :rolleyes: & you still haveta master the definition of Love, What Love is?.. How it comes about etc etc.. i can teach ya if you want?

that proves you dont knw what yr on abt cos it cant be taught.

simple as. :coolbro:

[Medievalist]

You said it bro!.. You said it!.. and thats what i said.. I'll teach ya!! :rolleyes:

what are you? like 12 or summat?

geeza :smack:

[Abu Mus'ab]

:scratch: how comes you put **roll eyes** ? :rubeyes:
Because i was copying Medi, that's his way of doing it, and that would be his words had i not said it *Roll Eyes*

[Medievalist]

Because i was copying Medi, that's his way of doing it, and that would be his words had i not said it *Roll Eyes*

:D

May ALLAH grant you life - ameen

[Abu Mus'ab]

Look who's talkin' :rolleyes: & you still haveta master the definition of Love, What Love is?.. How it comes about etc etc.. i can teach ya if you want?
Do i need ta know what love is? :scratch:

[souljaa]

Do i need ta know what love is? :scratch:

Random?

[Abu Mus'ab]

:D

May ALLAH grant you life - ameen
Ameen, wa iyyaakaum.
Reason i say wa iyyaakum is because duas are meant to be made for everyone enit?

[souljaa]

Ameen, wa iyyaakaum.
Reason i say wa iyyaakum is because duas are meant to be made for everyone enit?

I was wondering that too cos you taught me Wa Iyyaka and im thinking why is he saying that for? :0:

[Abu Mus'ab]

Random?
:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

no man :0:

RaNdOm never starts a post without :salams

I don't know who i was copying, it just came out that way *Roll Eyes*

[souljaa]

:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

no man :0:

RaNdOm never starts a post without :salams

I don't know who i was copying, it just came out that way *Roll Eyes*

Lol i know but i thought uid give you a benefit of the doubt cos like you might have forgot *Roll Eyes*

[Abu Mus'ab]

I was wondering that too cos you taught me Wa Iyyaka and im thinking why is he saying that for? :0:
It's because i'm stupid man :smack:

[souljaa]

It's because i'm stupid man :smack:

No your not! :torture::torture:...You probably just forgot or something

[Abu Mus'ab]

Lol i know but i thought uid give you a benefit of the doubt cos like you might have forgot *Roll Eyes*
Lyk do you think i'm senile or something lyk that i'd forget something like that lyk? :0:

[souljaa]

Lyk do you think i'm senile or something lyk that i'd forget something like that lyk? :0:

lol errrm yep :1popcorn:

[Reptile]

I disagree! Thats just fairy tale thingymajigs, in reality its more like:
Better not to have loved at all.. so then you wont have to lose anyfin.


well i thought i'd try lol

but nothing worth having is not without its hardship

[Abu Mus'ab]

No your not! :torture::torture:...You probably just forgot or something
Nah i should have taught you everything one time, not leave you hanging, but if you see me doing something that you don't understand then you shouldn't hesitate to take me to task for it.

[Al-Irhaab]

have u contributed to the forum with such a beautiful thread? No - :torture:

May Rahmaan Ta'ala ennoble you with the sunnah of the Nabi :saw: - may He Ta'ala make your inner better than your outer and may He make your outer pure. May Haq Ta'ala grant you a life upon the Seerah of the Khatamun Nabiyeen :saw: and a death upon the Path.

May ALLAH azza wa jal forgive our former sins and our latter sins and make us among the Righteous. Oh ALLAH we do not know how to ask you so we beseech You for that which the Nabi :saw: beseeched You and teh Righteous Slaves, and OH ALLAH we seek Your Refuge from those things which the Nabi :saw: sought Your Refuge and the Righteous Slaves. Ya ALLAH grant us barakah in our imaan, islaam and ihsaan and transform our sins into good deeds, beshak this is no difficulty for you Ya Dhal Jalaali wal Ikraam - ameen

ameen :D

[Abu_Mohammad_21]

Embarrasing for you maybe, before i post something i have already thought it, and know all it's consequences, so unlike you i don't have to be embarrased because i said something.

I know who i posted this for, and those people who i posted it for know who they are, i really couldn't care less what a nobody like yourself have to say about it.

I might be a nobody on this forum but that doesn't worry me in the slightest. I have no intention to clock up 10,000 + posts, I have no need for acceptance, ‘friends’, reputation points and I don’t wish to interact casually with girls. And plus I prefer real life, I prefer things that are real. Being a nobody on a forum like this is a good thing.

And regarding my post. You don't even know what I'm talking about. I’m criticising your soppy lovey-dovey talk with other members of the forum. I find it stomach churning.

[Medievalist]

I might be a nobody on this forum but that doesn't worry me in the slightest. I have no intention to clock up 10,000 + posts, I have no need for acceptance, ‘friends’, reputation points and I don’t wish to interact casually with girls. And plus I prefer real life, I prefer things that are real. Being a nobody on a forum like this is a good thing.

And regarding my post. You don't even know what I'm talking about. I’m criticising your soppy lovey-dovey talk with other members of the forum. I find it stomach churning.

er. . . what soppy lovey-dovey talk has Abu Mus'ab done? :rubeyes:

[Abu_Mohammad_21]

Only the weak 'fall in love'.

[Medievalist]

Only the weak 'fall in love'.

ok.**roll eyes**

[Reptile]

edit

[Abu_Mohammad_21]

eh? is this macho talk

It is common sense.

People confuse infatuation with love. We are all attracted to beautiful forms, that is human nature, but we have been commanded to lower our gaze, and that is for our benefit at the end of the day. Forbidden glances at the opposite sex are the poisoned arrow of the Devil. There is nothing beautiful or praiseworthy about looking at woman, following them, desiring them.

That is for the weak. And Shaytaan attacks the weak.

Love between men and women doesn't exist until they are married.

[Reptile]

It is common sense.

People confuse infatuation with love. We are all attracted to beautiful forms, that is human nature, but we have been commanded to lower our gaze, and that is for our benefit at the end of the day. Forbidden glances at the opposite sex are the poisoned arrow of the Devil. There is nothing beautiful or praiseworthy about looking at woman, following them, desiring them.

That is for the weak.

Love between men and women doesn't exist until they are married.

oh ok i thought you were refering to love between the spouses being weak my mistake

[Raziel]

How did you know :eek:

:rotfl: I can't help laughing at the jokes you make bro...:D

:jkk: May Allah guide you and keep you on the Siratal-Mustaqim!

[Abu Mus'ab]

I might be a nobody on this forum but that doesn't worry me in the slightest. I have no intention to clock up 10,000 + posts, I have no need for acceptance, ‘friends’, reputation points and I don’t wish to interact casually with girls. And plus I prefer real life, I prefer things that are real. Being a nobody on a forum like this is a good thing.

And regarding my post. You don't even know what I'm talking about. I’m criticising your soppy lovey-dovey talk with other members of the forum. I find it stomach churning.
You're an absolute moron :smack:

[Joha]

Love between men and women doesn't exist until they are married.
If you can distinguish between love and infatuation, maybe you could define love for us ignorant folk?

And I find cabbages stomach-churning, so? Doesn't mean I go around telling people to stop eating 'em.

[Medievalist]

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[Abu Mus'ab]

deleted
:scratch:

[Medievalist]

:scratch:

check out my poem in poetry section. Shuruu mein ge te . . .

[Islamiyyah]

It is common sense.

People confuse infatuation with love. We are all attracted to beautiful forms, that is human nature, but we have been commanded to lower our gaze, and that is for our benefit at the end of the day. Forbidden glances at the opposite sex are the poisoned arrow of the Devil. There is nothing beautiful or praiseworthy about looking at woman, following them, desiring them.

That is for the weak. And Shaytaan attacks the weak.

Love between men and women doesn't exist until they are married.

I understand and agree with you completly akhi, but not with that statement.

You shouldnt love before marriage, but it definatly does exsist...

[Medievalist]

Bump

[Zesty]

Love can exist :) before youre married i mean. It can exist in its purest form inshaAllah- loving another for the sake of Allah. It doesnt mean you have to have done anything or engage in haraam acts to love someone :rolleyes: its a state of mind/state of heart.

Cant believe Abu Musab put this thread up! :rotfl: good read! :up:

[perfectpearl]

I understand and agree with you completly akhi, but not with that statement.

You shouldnt love before marriage, but it definatly does exsist...

Its not haram or anything if it were to exist. It just should stay within till marriage.

[GuCcI]

hmmmmmmm....

[Medievalist]

Abu Mus;ab this has to be one of your best threads ever.

Abh jiss ke jee mein aay,
Wo paay iss se roshni,
Humne to dil jala kar
Sar e Aam rakhdiya hai.

Now whosoever wishes,
May obtain light from this.
We have set our hearts aflame,
And placed them in public.

The biggest truth of a persons life remains the biggest truth no matter how much you try to deny it.

riddlyfyed :inlove:

[Sulaiman Harun]

:start:

:salams

Waah waah SubhanAllah Irshad Med bhai!

[Medievalist]

:start:

:salams

Waah waah SubhanAllah Irshad Med bhai!

:wswrwb:

Credit actually goes to Ulama like Ml UbaydurRahman Zia who nearly always end their bayaanaat with that couplet. :up:

[Ibn Sina]

love smove :zzz:

[Rosalie-Beauty]

Love Pffft *sigh* why are we talking about silly things??

[Abu Mus'ab]

all this love shove business is :vomit:

[Abu Mus'ab]

Love Pffft *sigh* why are we talking about silly things??
the thread is aimed at a certain audience, like med and those who believe in lurve :|

[Medievalist]

the thread is aimed at a certain audience, like med and those who believe in lurve :|

and what :eek3:

[Abu Mus'ab]

and what :eek3:
and you're a mushpot :|

[Medievalist]

and you're a mushpot :|

says the one who actually went and found the treatise **roll eyes**

[GuCcI]

and what :eek3:

dont act so surprised, who said this not too long ago:

Abu Mus;ab this has to be one of your best threads ever.

Abh jiss ke jee mein aay,
Wo paay iss se roshni,
Humne to dil jala kar
Sar e Aam rakhdiya hai.

Now whosoever wishes,
May obtain light from this.
We have set our hearts aflame,
And placed them in public.

The biggest truth of a persons life remains the biggest truth no matter how much you try to deny it.

riddlyfyed :inlove:


we should bump this thread often :p

[Rosalie-Beauty]

the thread is aimed at a certain audience, like med and those who believe in lurve :|

Someone has to tell them they are discussing silly things... knowone else took the initiative. :o

[Ibn Sina]

and you're a mushpot :|

kinda amusing cuz ur the one who actually posted it .... :rotfl:

[Abu Mus'ab]

I can see none of you actually read it *Roll Eyes*

[GuCcI]

I can see none of you actually read it *Roll Eyes*

ur rite, i didnt :p

[Medievalist]

I can see none of you actually read it *Roll Eyes*

I aint read the WHOLE book. But I've read the one at the beginning of this thread and a number of the other threads. In my free time, like :outta:

[Medievalist]

Just like to say scratch all my previous comments on this thread. Love is a delusion, perhaps a mental illness or a mental fever that reaches its peak and then wears off. Best prescription is quarantine.

[Tahiyah]

all you guys talking about love this and love that and love and anti-love and lurvve, etc..

all of you need to just get married...

go ...gwan....find spouses and stop spewing all this mushy and anti-mushy stuff....:torture:

[Medievalist]

all you guys talking about love this and love that and love and anti-love and lurvve, etc..

all of you need to just get married...

go ...gwan....find spouses and stop spewing all this mushy and anti-mushy stuff....:torture:

er . . . I am married :scratch:

[Medievalist]

ACTUALLY changed my mind. Love is real. I was just being silly in my post before penultimate one. Those who need to understand, inshaALLAH will have.

[ImaanSeeker]

your posts indicate to me that...

love is fickle.

[Zesty]

Loveee :inlove: *siighhh*

[muslimma]

Just like to say scratch all my previous comments on this thread. Love is a delusion, perhaps a mental illness or a mental fever that reaches its peak and then wears off. Best prescription is quarantine.

:( aww :(

all you guys talking about love this and love that and love and anti-love and lurvve, etc..

all of you need to just get married...

go ...gwan....find spouses and stop spewing all this mushy and anti-mushy stuff....:torture:

LOLLLLLLL!

ACTUALLY changed my mind. Love is real. I was just being silly in my post before penultimate one. Those who need to understand, inshaALLAH will have.

ok she converted LOL ! :p good :up:

[Medievalist]

your posts indicate to me that...

love is fickle.


who's posts? Mine? :rubeyes:

I'd say women are fickle, not love. :outta:


ok she converted LOL ! :p good :up:

do I look like a woman to u :torture:

[Abu Mus'ab]

do I look like a woman to u

*looks closely*

yes you do :outta:

[Medievalist]

*looks closely*

yes you do :outta:


wah wah!! bas yehi din dekhna baaqi tha.
wonderful! only this day was left to be seen

aapne hi paraaya sulook kar rahen hain. koi baat nahi chalta hai
our own treat us as strangers. doesnt matter, it happens

[muslimma]

do I look like a woman to u :torture:

well you dont look like woman or a man cos i cant see you...:smack:

*looks closely*

yes you do :outta:

:rotfl:

[Abu Mus'ab]

well you dont look like woman or a man cos i cant see you...:smack:



:rotfl:
I wouldn't take that if i were you med :rubeyes: she so blatantly called you a kusra there :shock:

[muslimma]

I wouldn't take that if i were you med :rubeyes: she so blatantly called you a kusra there :shock:

bro stop putting your loon masalay into the discussion ...
i was saying that i cant see him as in physically and the user name didnt make it evident either ...so it was hard to determine whether bro/ sis

:smack:

[Abu Mus'ab]

you hear that med she say you're soooo girly that no one would ever guess you're a bro :|

[Stylish-Girly]

Y'all :nono:

What a sqirmy thread we av eya

[Medievalist]

you hear that med she say you're soooo girly that no one would ever guess you're a bro :|

your a numba 1 stirrer. I personally am beginning to doubt your own validity to the XY gender :outta:

and she's a female (naqisul aql anyway) JOKEZZ

[LastFriday]

Ibn Hazm Rahimullah, If I'm not mistaken was never married right? Some one correct me if I'm wrong.

[Abu Mus'ab]

your a numba 1 stirrer. I personally am beginning to doubt your own validity to the XY gender :outta:

and she's a female (naqisul aql anyway) JOKEZZ
Atleast i'm not the one trying to be a man :coolbro:

[Medievalist]

Atleast i'm not the one trying to be a man :coolbro:

its my tawazu wich makes me say that, reality is Im the alpha male round this joint - excepting Mullah Din and Hekmaa. BRAAPPP:coolbro: :D:D

[Kal-El]

Medi's a romantic I hear

[Medievalist]

Medi's a romantic I hear


what u trying to say bro? :eek3:

[souljaa]

what u trying to say bro? :eek3:

That you're a Romeo! :eek:

[ImaanSeeker]

That you're a Romeo! :eek:

he's a majnu.

[*Al-Qadr*]

random chit chat thread, I think not.

:rolleyes: :wacko: :rolleyes:

[souljaa]

he's a majnu.

He's majnun? :rubeyes::rubeyes:

[ImaanSeeker]

He's majnun? :rubeyes::rubeyes:

you know romeo juliet...laila majnun

[Medievalist]

he's a majnu.

took da words outta ma mouth.

[GuCcI]

*sigh* :wacko:

u children once again killed a perfectly good mushy thread and unmushified it

[Medievalist]

*sigh* :wacko:

u children once again killed a perfectly good mushy thread and unmushified it

yeh. why do u haters have to do that :torture:

[muslimma]

you hear that med she say you're soooo girly that no one would ever guess you're a bro :|

:smack: