🌹 In the Pain of Beauty — ؁؊ ØŖŲ„Ų…ِ Ø§Ų„ØŦŲ…Ø§Ų„ ŲŠØŗŲƒŲ† Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ŲŠØ¨Part 2 — Love, Loss, and BecomingØ§Ų„ØŦØ˛ØĄ Ø§Ų„ØĢØ§Ų†ŲŠ — Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨، Ø§Ų„ŲŲ‚Ø¯، ŲˆØ§Ų„ØĒØ­ŲˆّŲ„đŸŒŠ Love and ImpermanenceØ§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲˆØšØ¯Ų… Ø§Ų„Ø¯ŲŠŲ…ŲˆŲ…ØŠLove feels intense because it lives inside time.ŲŠØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų‚ŲˆŲŠًا Ų„ØŖŲ†Ų‡ ŲŠØšŲŠØ´ Ø¯Ø§ØŽŲ„ Ø§Ų„Ø˛Ų…Ų†.Nothing in this world is permanent.Ų„Ø§ Ø´ŲŠØĄ ؁؊ Ų‡Ø°Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØšØ§Ų„Ų… داØĻŲ….Not youth.Ų„Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø´Ø¨Ø§Ø¨.Not beauty.ŲˆŲ„Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØŦŲ…Ø§Ų„.Not relationships.ŲˆŲ„Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØšŲ„Ø§Ų‚Ø§ØĒ.When we fall in love, we are not only loving a person,

🌹 In the Pain of Beauty — ؁؊ ØŖŲ„Ų…ِ Ø§Ų„ØŦŲ…Ø§Ų„ ŲŠØŗŲƒŲ† Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ŲŠØ¨
Part 2 — Love, Loss, and Becoming
Ø§Ų„ØŦØ˛ØĄ Ø§Ų„ØĢØ§Ų†ŲŠ — Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨، Ø§Ų„ŲŲ‚Ø¯، ŲˆØ§Ų„ØĒØ­ŲˆّŲ„
🌊 Love and Impermanence
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲˆØšØ¯Ų… Ø§Ų„Ø¯ŲŠŲ…ŲˆŲ…ØŠ
Love feels intense because it lives inside time.
ŲŠØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų‚ŲˆŲŠًا Ų„ØŖŲ†Ų‡ ŲŠØšŲŠØ´ Ø¯Ø§ØŽŲ„ Ø§Ų„Ø˛Ų…Ų†.
Nothing in this world is permanent.
Ų„Ø§ Ø´ŲŠØĄ ؁؊ Ų‡Ø°Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØšØ§Ų„Ų… داØĻŲ….
Not youth.
Ų„Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø´Ø¨Ø§Ø¨.
Not beauty.
ŲˆŲ„Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØŦŲ…Ø§Ų„.
Not relationships.
ŲˆŲ„Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØšŲ„Ø§Ų‚Ø§ØĒ.
When we fall in love, we are not only loving a person,
ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ Ų†Ų‚Øš ؁؊ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨، Ų„Ø§ Ų†Ø­Ø¨ Ø´ØŽØĩًا ŲŲ‚Øˇ،
we are loving a moment in time.
Ø¨Ų„ Ų†Ø­Ø¨ Ų„Ø­Ø¸ØŠ Ų…Ų† Ø§Ų„Ø˛Ų…Ų†.
And time never stops.
ŲˆØ§Ų„Ø˛Ų…Ų† Ų„Ø§ ؊ØĒŲˆŲ‚Ų ØŖØ¨Ø¯ًا.
This awareness creates a silent tension in the heart.
Ų‡Ø°Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØĨØ¯ØąØ§Ųƒ ŲŠØŽŲ„Ų‚ ØĒ؈ØĒØąًا ØĩØ§Ų…ØĒًا ؁؊ Ø§Ų„Ų‚Ų„Ø¨.
We love — and at the same time, we fear losing.
Ų†Ø­Ø¨ — ؈؁؊ Ø§Ų„ŲˆŲ‚ØĒ Ų†ŲØŗŲ‡ Ų†ØŽØ§Ų Ø§Ų„ŲŲ‚Ø¯.
That tension gives love its depth.
ŲˆŲ‡Ø°Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØĒ؈ØĒØą ŲŠŲ…Ų†Ø­ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ØšŲ…Ų‚Ų‡.
đŸ’Ģ Love and Identity
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲˆØ§Ų„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ
Before love, identity feels individual.
Ų‚Ø¨Ų„ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨، ØĒØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ Ø§Ų„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ ŲØąØ¯ŲŠØŠ.
“I am me.”
«ØŖŲ†Ø§ ØŖŲ†Ø§».
After love, identity expands.
بؚد Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨، ØĒØĒØŗØš Ø§Ų„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ.
“We are us.”
«Ų†Ø­Ų†».
This expansion is beautiful — but risky.
Ų‡Ø°Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø§ØĒØŗØ§Øš ØŦŲ…ŲŠŲ„ — Ų„ŲƒŲ†Ų‡ Ų…Ø­ŲŲˆŲ Ø¨Ø§Ų„Ų…ØŽØ§ØˇØą.
Because when love ends,
Ų„ØŖŲ† Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ ŲŠŲ†ØĒŲ‡ŲŠ،
we do not only lose a person.
Ų„Ø§ Ų†ŲŲ‚Ø¯ Ø´ØŽØĩًا ŲŲ‚Øˇ.
We lose a version of ourselves.
Ų†ŲŲ‚Ø¯ Ų†ØŗØŽØŠ Ų…Ų† Ø°ŲˆØ§ØĒŲ†Ø§.
The dreams we imagined together.
Ø§Ų„ØŖØ­Ų„Ø§Ų… Ø§Ų„ØĒ؊ ØĒØŽŲŠŲ„Ų†Ø§Ų‡Ø§ Ų…Øšًا.
The future we planned.
Ø§Ų„Ų…ØŗØĒŲ‚Ø¨Ų„ Ø§Ų„Ø°ŲŠ ØąØŗŲ…Ų†Ø§Ų‡.
Heartbreak is not just emotional pain.
Ø§Ų†ŲƒØŗØ§Øą Ø§Ų„Ų‚Ų„Ø¨ Ų„ŲŠØŗ ØŖŲ„Ų…ًا ØšØ§ØˇŲŲŠًا ŲŲ‚Øˇ،
It is the shaking of identity.
Ø¨Ų„ Ų‡Ųˆ Ø§Ų‡ØĒØ˛Ø§Ø˛ Ø§Ų„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ.
🔍 Love as a Mirror
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲƒŲ…ØąØĸØŠ
Love is a mirror.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų…ØąØĸØŠ.
It reflects who we truly are.
ŲŠØšŲƒØŗ Ø­Ų‚ŲŠŲ‚ØĒŲ†Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø¯Ø§ØŽŲ„ŲŠØŠ.
It reveals our fears.
ŲŠŲƒØ´Ų Ų…ØŽØ§ŲˆŲŲ†Ø§.
Our insecurities.
ŲˆŲ†Ų‚Ø§Øˇ ØļØšŲŲ†Ø§.
Our capacity for kindness.
ŲˆŲ‚Ø¯ØąØĒŲ†Ø§ ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØąØ­Ų…ØŠ.
When someone loves us,
ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ ŲŠØ­Ø¨Ų†Ø§ Ø´ØŽØĩ Ų…Ø§،
we see ourselves through their eyes.
Ų†ØąŲ‰ ØŖŲ†ŲØŗŲ†Ø§ Ų…Ų† ØŽŲ„Ø§Ų„ ØšŲŠŲ†ŲŠŲ‡.
When someone leaves,
ŲˆØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ ŲŠØąØ­Ų„ Ø´ØŽØĩ،
we are forced to face ourselves alone.
Ų†ُØŦØ¨Øą ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ų…ŲˆØ§ØŦŲ‡ØŠ ØŖŲ†ŲØŗŲ†Ø§ ŲˆØ­Ø¯Ų†Ø§.
Both experiences teach growth.
ŲƒŲ„Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØĒØŦØąØ¨ØĒŲŠŲ† ØĒØšŲ„ّŲ…Ø§Ų†Ų†Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ų†Ų…Ųˆ.
đŸŒŋ Love Beyond Romance
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ØŽØ§ØąØŦ Ø­Ø¯ŲˆØ¯ Ø§Ų„ØąŲˆŲ…Ø§Ų†ØŗŲŠØŠ
Love is not limited to romance.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų„Ø§ ŲŠŲ‚ØĒØĩØą ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØąŲˆŲ…Ø§Ų†ØŗŲŠØŠ.
There is love in a mother
؊؈ØŦد Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ؁؊ Ų‚Ų„Ø¨ ØŖŲ…
watching her child grow.
ØĒØ´Ø§Ų‡Ø¯ ØˇŲŲ„Ų‡Ø§ ŲŠŲƒØ¨Øą.
There is love in friendship
؈؊؈ØŦد Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ؁؊ Ø§Ų„ØĩØ¯Ø§Ų‚ØŠ
that remains even in silence.
Ø§Ų„ØĒ؊ ØĒØ¨Ų‚Ų‰ Ø­ØĒŲ‰ ؁؊ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ.
There is love in an artist
؈؊؈ØŦد Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ؁؊ ŲŲ†Ø§Ų†
who struggles to express beauty.
ŲŠØ­Ø§ŲˆŲ„ ØŖŲ† ŲŠØšØ¨ّØą ØšŲ† Ø§Ų„ØŦŲ…Ø§Ų„.
Where there is deep value,
Ø­ŲŠØĢ ØĒ؈ØŦد Ų‚ŲŠŲ…ØŠ ØšŲ…ŲŠŲ‚ØŠ،
there is vulnerability.
ØĒ؈ØŦد Ų‡Ø´Ø§Ø´ØŠ.
And where there is vulnerability,
ŲˆØ­ŲŠØĢ ØĒ؈ØŦد Ø§Ų„Ų‡Ø´Ø§Ø´ØŠ،
there is love.
؊؈ØŦد Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨.
đŸ”Ĩ Love vs Attachment
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų…Ų‚Ø§Ø¨Ų„ Ø§Ų„ØĒØšŲ„ّŲ‚
Love says:
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲŠŲ‚ŲˆŲ„:
“I want you to grow.”
«ØŖØąŲŠØ¯Ųƒ ØŖŲ† ØĒŲ†Ų…Ųˆ».
Attachment says:
Ø§Ų„ØĒØšŲ„ّŲ‚ ŲŠŲ‚ŲˆŲ„:
“I need you to stay.”
«ØŖØ­ØĒاØŦ؃ ØŖŲ† ØĒØ¨Ų‚Ų‰».
Love is freedom.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ø­ØąŲŠØŠ.
Attachment is control.
Ø§Ų„ØĒØšŲ„ّŲ‚ ØŗŲŠØˇØąØŠ.
When we confuse attachment with love,
ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ Ų†ØŽŲ„Øˇ Ø¨ŲŠŲ† Ø§Ų„ØĒØšŲ„ّŲ‚ ŲˆØ§Ų„Ø­Ø¨،
suffering increases.
ŲŠØ˛Ø¯Ø§Ø¯ Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ„Ų….
True love allows space.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ų‚ŲŠŲ‚ŲŠ ŲŠŲ…Ų†Ø­ Ų…ØŗØ§Ø­ØŠ.
It does not cage the beloved.
Ų„Ø§ ŲŠØŗØŦŲ† Ų…Ų† Ų†Ø­Ø¨.
🌙 Silent Love
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ø§Ų„ØĩØ§Ų…ØĒ
Not all love is spoken.
Ų„ŲŠØŗ ŲƒŲ„ حب ؊ُŲ‚Ø§Ų„ Ø¨Ø§Ų„ŲƒŲ„Ų…Ø§ØĒ.
Some love lives in silence.
بؚØļ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲŠØšŲŠØ´ ؁؊ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ.
Unsent messages.
ØąØŗØ§ØĻŲ„ Ų„Ų… ØĒُØąØŗŲ„.
Unfinished stories.
Ų‚ØĩØĩ Ų„Ų… ØĒ؃ØĒŲ…Ų„.
Sometimes we love someone
ØŖØ­ŲŠØ§Ų†ًا Ų†Ø­Ø¨ Ø´ØŽØĩًا
who never knows.
Ų„Ø§ ŲŠØšØąŲ Ø¨Ø°Ų„Ųƒ ØŖØ¨Ø¯ًا.
Sometimes we love someone
ŲˆØŖØ­ŲŠØ§Ų†ًا Ų†Ø­Ø¨ Ø´ØŽØĩًا
who cannot love us back.
Ų„Ø§ ŲŠØŗØĒØˇŲŠØš ØŖŲ† ŲŠØ¨Ø§Ø¯Ų„Ų†Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨.
Yet that love is still real.
ŲˆŲ…Øš Ø°Ų„Ųƒ، ŲŠØ¨Ų‚Ų‰ Ø°Ų„Ųƒ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ø­Ų‚ŲŠŲ‚ŲŠًا.
Love does not depend on return.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų„Ø§ ŲŠØšØĒŲ…Ø¯ ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„Ų…Ų‚Ø§Ø¨Ų„.
It depends on sincerity.
Ø¨Ų„ ŲŠØšØĒŲ…Ø¯ ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØĩØ¯Ų‚.
🌸 Love in the Modern World
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ؁؊ Ø§Ų„ØšØ§Ų„Ų… Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¯ŲŠØĢ
In today’s fast world,
؁؊ ØšØ§Ų„Ų…Ų†Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØŗØąŲŠØš Ø§Ų„ŲŠŲˆŲ…،
love often becomes rushed.
ØēØ§Ų„Ø¨ًا Ų…Ø§ ؊Øĩبح Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų…ØĒØšØŦŲ„Ø§ً.
Instant attraction.
Ø§Ų†ØŦذاب ŲŲˆØąŲŠ.
Instant connection.
Ø§ØąØĒØ¨Ø§Øˇ ŲŲˆØąŲŠ.
Instant separation.
Ø§Ų†ŲØĩØ§Ų„ ŲŲˆØąŲŠ.
Social media creates comparison.
ŲˆØŗØ§ØĻŲ„ Ø§Ų„ØĒŲˆØ§ØĩŲ„ Ø§Ų„Ø§ØŦØĒŲ…Ø§ØšŲŠ ØĒØŽŲ„Ų‚ Ø§Ų„Ų…Ų‚Ø§ØąŲ†ØŠ.
Comparison creates insecurity.
ŲˆØ§Ų„Ų…Ų‚Ø§ØąŲ†ØŠ ØĒØŽŲ„Ų‚ ØšØ¯Ų… Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ…Ø§Ų†.
Insecurity weakens love.
ŲˆØšØ¯Ų… Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ…Ø§Ų† ؊ØļØšŲ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨.
But true love still needs patience.
Ų„ŲƒŲ† Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ų‚ŲŠŲ‚ŲŠ Ų…Ø§ Ø˛Ø§Ų„ ŲŠØ­ØĒاØŦ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ ØĩØ¨Øą.
Love grows slowly, like a tree.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ŲŠŲ†Ų…Ųˆ Ø¨Ø¨ØˇØĄ، Ų…ØĢŲ„ Ø§Ų„Ø´ØŦØąØŠ.
💔 Heartbreak as Transformation
Ø§Ų†ŲƒØŗØ§Øą Ø§Ų„Ų‚Ų„Ø¨ ؃ØĒØ­ŲˆّŲ„
Heartbreak feels like destruction.
Ø§Ų†ŲƒØŗØ§Øą Ø§Ų„Ų‚Ų„Ø¨ ŲŠØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ ŲƒØ§Ų„ØĒØ¯Ų…ŲŠØą.
But later we realize:
Ų„ŲƒŲ†Ų†Ø§ Ų†Ø¯ØąŲƒ Ų„Ø§Ø­Ų‚ًا:
Pain taught us boundaries.
Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ„Ų… ØšŲ„ّŲ…Ų†Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¯ŲˆØ¯.
Pain taught us self-worth.
Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ„Ų… ØšŲ„ّŲ…Ų†Ø§ Ų‚ŲŠŲ…ØŠ ØŖŲ†ŲØŗŲ†Ø§.
Pain taught us strength.
Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ„Ų… ØšŲ„ّŲ…Ų†Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ų‚ŲˆØŠ.
Pain can make us bitter —
Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ„Ų… ŲŠŲ…ŲƒŲ† ØŖŲ† ؊ØŦØšŲ„Ų†Ø§ Ų‚ØŗØ§ØŠ —
or wiser.
ØŖŲˆ ØŖŲƒØĢØą Ø­ŲƒŲ…ØŠ.
The choice is ours.
Ø§Ų„Ø§ØŽØĒŲŠØ§Øą Ø¨ØŖŲŠØ¯ŲŠŲ†Ø§.
🌟 Final Reflection
ØĒØŖŲ…Ų„ ØŖØŽŲŠØą
So what is love?
ØĨذًا، Ų…Ø§ Ų‡Ųˆ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨؟
Love is courage.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ø´ØŦاؚ؊.
Love is vulnerability.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų‚Ø¨ŲˆŲ„ Ø¨Ø§Ų„Ų‡Ø´Ø§Ø´ØŠ.
Love is growth through pain.
Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ Ų†Ų…Ųˆٌّ ØšØ¨Øą Ø§Ų„ØŖŲ„Ų….
Perhaps love is both wound and light.
ØąØ¨Ų…Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ ØŦØąØ­ ŲˆŲ†ŲˆØą ؁؊ ØĸŲ†ٍ ŲˆØ§Ø­Ø¯.
In the pain of beauty, the beloved lives.
؁؊ ØŖŲ„Ų… Ø§Ų„ØŦŲ…Ø§Ų„ ŲŠØŗŲƒŲ† Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨ŲŠØ¨.
And perhaps the real question is not:
ŲˆØąØ¨Ų…Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØŗØ¤Ø§Ų„ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ų‚ŲŠŲ‚ŲŠ Ų„ŲŠØŗ:
“What is love?”
«Ų…ا Ų‡Ųˆ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø¨؟»
But rather:
Ø¨Ų„:
“How deeply are we willing to feel?”
«ØĨŲ„Ų‰ ØŖŲŠ ØšŲ…Ų‚ Ų†Ø­Ų† Ų…ØŗØĒØšØ¯ŲˆŲ† ØŖŲ† Ų†Ø´ØšØą؟»
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