Love is not all joy.
It is also to learn how to cry.
So disdain not sadness,
For of all the gates of the House,
It is through Love
That sadness enters
And departs.
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If you want to love, you must learn tears and sorrow. Sadness and bleak tomorrows. I have cried my fair share, but when weighed in comparison, my cup of joy floweth over...
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Smiling, laughing or crying, if it is in the name of Muhammad, Habibullah, the Red Rose in the Garden of Creation, it is all worth it. Nay, its worth will only be understood later, when you and I meet and greet on top of Mount Qaf. Until then, Salams!
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