The child knows love, unconditional and invasive, dominant but nurturing.

The uninformed adolescent rejects love in confusion, they see fleeting novelty as love, their self perception, confidently held, of worldly wisdom.

They invest every drop of innocence in putrid bile, used and cast aside, love is lost, its potential reduced.

The juvenile experience of love scars the child and blinds them to conceive love, unrecognised and always instantly rejected, misinterpreted.

The love of idols fills the void, the love of abstract thoughts fogs all reason.

The jaded adult, rejects all love, holding lust alone as truth, physical pleasure the yard stick.

The bitter years of loveless thought, in some, can realise the understanding of love again, in other it remains always pure confusion.

But love is simple; unconditional and invasive, it nurtures and it expands, it only requires a single thing in response; its reflection.

Love can take many shapes, it can fill life or its absence can wither life.

To love a book, is to enjoy the emotional connection to its thoughts.

To love a home, is to enjoy the emotional connection to its comfort.

To love life, is to enjoy the emotional reality of many reflections.

But to love Allah, the true mirror, is beyond reflection; with deep correlation, a magnifying lens of reflected love, energises and nourishes the spark within.