When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy. I want you. I want all of you.
When my great grandfather passed away, my great grandmother used to always say,
“We learn to accept that it’s one of Allah’s laws that death is promised. I just wish that there was a promise that we could see our loved ones again from time to time”.
They were a very close and loving couple. The beautiful thing is that it’s as though Allah accepted her prayer. She used to see her husband in her dreams a lot. As a child I remember hearing her say his name and speaking to him in her sleep. She used to ask him why he’s left her alone and that no one can look after her like he used to. She lived almost 30 years without her husband and right til the very end she would sleep with his scarf at night and hold it while she did dikr. May Allah unite them both in Jannah and reward them for the great lessons they have taught us. Ameen