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🌹 In the Pain of Beauty — ŲŲŠ ØŖŲ„Ų…ِ اŲ„ØŦŲ…اŲ„ ŲŠØŗŲƒŲ† اŲ„حبŲŠØ¨Part 2 — Love, Loss, and BecomingاŲ„ØŦØ˛ØĄ اŲ„ØĢاŲ†ŲŠ — اŲ„حب، اŲ„ŲŲ‚د، ŲˆØ§Ų„ØĒØ­ŲˆّŲ„đŸŒŠ Love and ImpermanenceاŲ„حب ŲˆØšØ¯Ų… اŲ„دŲŠŲ…ŲˆŲ…ØŠLove feels intense because it lives inside time.ŲŠØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ اŲ„حب Ų‚ŲˆŲŠًا Ų„ØŖŲ†Ų‡ ŲŠØšŲŠØ´ دا؎Ų„ اŲ„Ø˛Ų…Ų†.Nothing in this world is permanent.Ų„ا Ø´ŲŠØĄ ŲŲŠ Ų‡Ø°Ø§ اŲ„ؚاŲ„Ų… داØĻŲ….Not youth.Ų„ا اŲ„شباب.Not beauty.ŲˆŲ„ا اŲ„ØŦŲ…اŲ„.Not relationships.ŲˆŲ„ا اŲ„ØšŲ„اŲ‚اØĒ.When we fall in love, we are not only loving a person,

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🌹 In the Pain of Beauty — ŲŲŠ ØŖŲ„Ų…ِ اŲ„ØŦŲ…اŲ„ ŲŠØŗŲƒŲ† اŲ„حبŲŠØ¨ Part 2 — Love, Loss, and Becoming اŲ„ØŦØ˛ØĄ اŲ„ØĢاŲ†ŲŠ — اŲ„حب، اŲ„ŲŲ‚د، ŲˆØ§Ų„ØĒØ­ŲˆّŲ„ 🌊 Love and Impermanence اŲ„حب ŲˆØšØ¯Ų… اŲ„دŲŠŲ…ŲˆŲ…ØŠ Love feels intense because it lives inside time. ŲŠØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ اŲ„حب Ų‚ŲˆŲŠًا Ų„ØŖŲ†Ų‡ ŲŠØšŲŠØ´ دا؎Ų„ اŲ„Ø˛Ų…Ų†. Nothing in this world is permanent. Ų„ا Ø´ŲŠØĄ ŲŲŠ Ų‡Ø°Ø§ اŲ„ؚاŲ„Ų… داØĻŲ…. Not youth. Ų„ا اŲ„شباب. Not beauty. ŲˆŲ„ا اŲ„ØŦŲ…اŲ„. Not relationships. ŲˆŲ„ا اŲ„ØšŲ„اŲ‚اØĒ. When we fall in love, we are not only loving a person, ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…ا Ų†Ų‚Øš ŲŲŠ اŲ„حب، Ų„ا Ų†Ø­Ø¨ Ø´ØŽØĩًا ŲŲ‚Øˇ، we are loving a moment in time. بŲ„ Ų†Ø­Ø¨ Ų„حظ؊ Ų…Ų† اŲ„Ø˛Ų…Ų†. And time never stops. ŲˆØ§Ų„Ø˛Ų…Ų† Ų„ا ŲŠØĒŲˆŲ‚Ų ØŖبدًا. This awareness creates a silent tension in the heart. Ų‡Ø°Ø§ اŲ„ØĨØ¯ØąØ§Ųƒ ŲŠØŽŲ„Ų‚ ØĒŲˆØĒØąًا ØĩاŲ…ØĒًا ŲŲŠ اŲ„Ų‚Ų„ب. We love — and at the same time, we fear losing. Ų†Ø­Ø¨ — ŲˆŲŲŠ اŲ„ŲˆŲ‚ØĒ Ų†ŲØŗŲ‡ Ų†ØŽØ§Ų اŲ„ŲŲ‚د. That tension gives love its depth. ŲˆŲ‡Ø°Ø§ اŲ„ØĒŲˆØĒØą ŲŠŲ…Ų†Ø­ اŲ„حب ØšŲ…Ų‚Ų‡. đŸ’Ģ Love and Identity اŲ„حب ŲˆØ§Ų„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ Before love, identity feels individual. Ų‚بŲ„ اŲ„حب، ØĒبدŲˆ اŲ„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ ŲØąØ¯ŲŠØŠ. “I am me.” «ØŖŲ†Ø§ ØŖŲ†Ø§». After love, identity expands. بؚد ا...
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