About Love - part 2 (From Arabic literature)
I will be concluding this chapter with this article. If you haven’t read the first part, please, check it out: About Love (From Arabic Literature)
Love is when you start living
The age of a person should be counted from the moment they fall in love to the moment they fall out.
Two hearts are not capable of cuddling each other, but they look for it when the eye meets the eye and the lip touches the lip. — Mostafa Saadeq Al-Rafe’ie
When you love someone, not because they are the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, nor because they are the most intelligent you encountered, but because they are who they are; that is true love. — Abbās al-Aqqād
My heart couldn’t fall for the one who loves me while the one I love is not fated to love me back. — Abdullah Aldwash
If you find a love fruit, Just take it. No hesitation. The wisdom of the world would cry for a love fruit. — Naguib Mahfouz
Let love be
Don’t tell me about those who hate me or talk ill about me. Let me love everyone and think that everyone loves me. — Naguib Mahfouz
Love in the old days
Love was much lovely when pigeons used to carry the letters between lovers. How much of eagerness did modern phones kill trying to close the distance. People forgot the feeling of excitement waiting for the postman to arrive.
— ahlam mosteghanemi
Love of a Sailor
I fall in love with you and I made my decision. Whom should I send my apology to? There is no authority in love above mine. It is my choice; it is my call. It is my feelings, so, don’t dare get in the way between the ocean and the sailor.
— Nizar Qabbani
Take my revenge from the women in the red scarf. I’ve seen my blood covering her hands. The one whom I feel jealous of her parents when they talk with her! I feel jealous from her cloths when it touches her soft body! and I envy the bowl she drinks of when it circulates between her lips.
Take my revenge from her since she is the one who has put me to death. Don’t kill her when you get the chance to capture her, but, ask her just a simple question: How could you cheapen my blood ?
How could she kill me with an arrow of her eyes when swords couldn’t ?
— Yazeed bin muawiyah
Thank you for taking the time to read the story of love in Arabic literature.