How perfect is the moment
When the perfection I behold is you,
How delightful is the moment
When the delight I relish in is you,
How beautiful is the moment
When the beauty that enslaves me is you,
And how companionable is the moment,
When the company sitting here with me is you.
How not to write. In the course of love letter writing to God, I realise a singular thing. And that is I have really (really!) written nothing at all. No, I am not mad, sunshine. You may be reading my prose, but there is actually no prose at all in existence. For you and I, in truth, do not actually exist other than in God’s imagining. But I will continue to write still, because it is my passion. But in a sense, I will continue not to write. Do you understand? That is the truth about life and it is also the truth above love. Allah (swt) is waiting. The Prophet Muhammad (saws) is waiting. So do not let your endeavours in either hesitate. Say BismillahiRahmaniRahim (in the name of God Most Gracious Most Merciful) and jump in before it is too late!
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way