Love is a strange feeling. Some are overtaken by the belief that beauty, charm, and attraction of a man/woman grasp the attention of another man/woman and thus yields in love relation. But this is just a belief. mistaken. In fact, Love ask for no condition and there is no criterion for it. Sometime we see that a woman of exemplary beauty lose her heart to a man of ordinary complexions, and sometime, a handsome, young man arrests himself in the love of a woman of little charm. Actually, this testify the maxim "beauty is in the eyes of beholder."
Love is scattered everywhere in our society. . . . in every society. In streets, on roads, where the hatred for one another could easily be witnessed, love, too, prevails side by side there. Somewhere, people do not hesitate to shed other's blood for political, religious or racial reasons. Somewhere, killings happened due to lust for wealth or out of prejudiced and biased behaviors. Somewhere, a suicide bomber explodes himself along with scores other just for reserving a seat in heaven for him. On one side, all these ugly things seems prevailing in society with their heads erected and arisen. But on the other side, love, too, seems doing its business in streets, parks, corners, markets and on the roofs etc.
In west, the concept of love is incomplete without sex, probably, now sex and love are same for westerners. "Pure love" is limited only to the eastern services. However, strange examples could easily be found in every society, every culture and in every era.
Today I narrate a story of a person who was brought up in western ways, who spent most of his life in Arab but he loved purely in eastern way. The story is unique because there is a constructive element in it.For a moment, let suppose that this person is named as Sohail. He says:
" I saw her on Valentine's day. On her first sight, my heart seems to miss its beats. She was not extremely beautiful or was she a fairy. She was a common girl with ordinary complexions but she attracted me towards her with so much intensity that I thought I would die if I couldn't get her. Perhaps, it was the effect of that special day tat I was dominated by passionate feelings of love. I noticed that no one, except me, was beholding her with eyes full of love. I went to her and somehow, got her introduction. I gazed into her eyes and found myself in a changed world. I was surprised to see that she had, for me, that love, that thirst, that request and that passion which I had for her in my heart. She sloped into her youth not far in the past but presently. I was, too, a young student then so there was more intensity in our love for each other.
But alas! our intense relation did not help us. Our love story arrived at a point where we had to break up. Between us, there was a wide gulf color, race and religion. Rather there were many gulfs in that one single gulf. We could not even cross the one and, at last, we broke up. But that young, naive, and inexperienced girl gave me a great lesson for life, showed me a lightened path. In our last moments, she told me, "Do not ake the failure of this love an indisposition of your heart. Do not astray yourself in addiction of alcohol or any other intoxication to seek escape like a spiritless and coward person. Love is a strong passion. Utilize this strength of love in some constructive purpose. You would soon forget this failure of love slowly and gradually."
I am surprised that how come a girl, so naive, could utter the words. Today I am married and have two kids. My wife knows my love story, but she does not pass any satirical comments, she only smiles at it. She is very sensible. She knows that I had acted upon the advice of that long lost innocent girl. I am a doctor, a surgeon. I have dedicated my services for war hospitals. Besides that I voluntarily join those delegations who try to discuss peace matters among the war waging countries.. My soul get a kind of serenity and feel pleasure when my patients get well after surgeries, and when peace prevails as a result of dialogues. I think that I lost my destination but achieved another better and elevated destination. On every Valentine's day, my heart recall her memories but now the wounds of my that lost love does not pinch me. When I medicate the wounds of other people, it feels like someone has console my wounded heart and those wounds are now, gradually, healing.
