Status Updates From Layla Majnun

guys majnun has turned certifiably savage he has become one with the beasts of the wilderness and i fear he will not be returning 💔💔

He did not need to think out what to say. How long had they grown in his heart, his love and his pain! Now he brought them out from the depths like a diver, spreading the precious stones before himself in the light of day, day, and stringing them together to a necklace of letters, of words, of points and curves and flourishes. Stone by stone he thus composed an image of his grief.

Majnun, without a second bidding, crouched on the ground, resting the paper on his knees, and wrote or rather painted, with tender care sign after sign.

How can I answer her? he asked. I have neither paper nor pen."
But the messenger smiled. As if he had thought this out a long time ago, he took a little case from his travelling bag, opened bened it and behold! there, in beautiful order, were all the things needed by a writer, 'Here', he said, 'help yourself!"

Do not be sad! Do not let your heart become heavy and do not think that no one is your friend. Am I no one? Does it not help you that I am there and am yours—yours alone? Believe me, it is wrong to complain of loneliness, Remember God. He is the companion of those who have no other friend.

Patience and hope. What is life in this world?
It is only the tumult in an inn where we stop for a short rest. How quickly the days pass between arrival and and departure! A wise man does not let others look through his eyes into his soul. Shall the enemy laugh at our tears? No!

I dressed in dark blue, like a violet, and my eyes, full of tears, are like the calyx of a blossom blinded by golden dust. Do you understand me, my love?
What matter? Our bodies are separated, but my soul is not divided from yours for a moment. I know what suffering is yours and how much your heart tortures itself. Yet there is only one way out of this despair for both of us; patience.

Beloved! Send me a hair of your head, and it will mean the world to me. Send me one of the thorns lying in your path, and it will blossom into a rose-garden before my eyes.. Where your foot touches it, my Khizr, my messenger from God, the desert breaks into blossom; be my water be my of eternal life! I am the moon which lo looks at you from afar, to receive your light, my sun.

Seen from afar even garlic looks'True, I have a husband! A husband, but not a lover; what does that mean to me? Who is he compared with you, my beloved? Seen from afar even garlic looks like a lily. But if you smell it, where is the lily's scent? It is not worth gathering.

You have stirred up the world, yet turned your back towards it, living in the tomb of your loneliness. If I only knew what you are feeling, how you look and what you are doing. With all my love I am with you and you are, tell me with whom? Like your happiness I am separated from you; but even if remote from you, I remain your companion.

I know that you are guarding the treasure of friendship, and love derives its splendour from you. I see that your blood colours the mountains red at dawn and at dusk, but you live hidden deep down in the rocks like agate. In the midst of darkness you are the well-spring of Khizr, whence gushes forth the water of life. You are the night-moth, encircling the candle-light of an eternal morning.

It comes from me, a prisoner, and is meant for you, who have broken your chains. How long ago, my love, did I seal my bond with you! How fare you? What fills your days, you to whom the seven planets, these heavenly cradles, show the way?

He has adorned the heavens with stars and filled the earth with people. His majesty is without beginning or end. He has given them a soul, has lit it with the torch of reason and then illumined the world for both.

'I begin this letter in the name of a king, who gives life to the soul and refuge to wisdom. He is wiser than all wise men, and he understands the language of those who cannot speak. It is he who has divided the world into light and darkness, and who gives its span of life to every creature, from the bird in the sky to the fish in the depths of the sea.

Thus I spoke, reciting some of your lines which I know by heart. She gave a deep sigh, and trembled; her head drooped as if she were about to die, far from you and she wept for a long time, lamenting your father's memory, saddened because you were now doubly alone and she could not you were be with you to share your grief... Then suddenly decision came to her.

These were Layla's own words. And I? Well, I see you today for the first time face to face, but already I know much about you. I have not grown old and seen the world for nothing.
"Majnun lives alone", I told her, "without family or friends, like a hermit, wrapt in memories of his love. Suffering has broken him and his mind has become sick and he has become the poet of his own misfortune.

Sweetness turns to poison in my mouth. Who knows my secret sufferings ? I cover the abyss of my hell with dry grass to keep hidden. I am burning day and night between two fires.
Oh! A woman may conquer a hero and enslave him so that he lies prostrate at her feet; still she remains a woman, unable act. She may thirst for blood and show the courage of a lioness still she remains tied to woman's nature.

Let me tell you that once I was Layla, now I am Layla no longer. I am madder, more 'Majnun' than a thousand Majnuns.Is not Majnun the black star, vagrant tormented by love?But my torments are a thousand times greater! It is true, he also is a target for the arrows of pain, but he is a man, I am a woman! He is free & can escape. He need not be afraid,can go where he likes,talk & cry and express the deepest feelings

Her eyes are narcissi, flowering at the mouth of a spring and when you look into their calyxes you can see her wondrous dreams . . . .

Adding these three letters together, you get the word "جام", which means "goblet" and that is what she really represents: a miraculous goblet whose mirror reflects the secret of the world.

A little stream ran through the oasis,but when this girl, with eyes like a gazelle,began to talk, the words emerged from the well-spring of her lips so sweetly that all the other rippling waters ceased to murmur and to splash,listening to her dreamily. All the beauties of our written characters are united in her: her hair is waved like the letter ج , slender & lithe like an ا is her figure,&her mouth is curved like م

...a few days ago I passed a tented camp and close by was a garden a grove with water, flowers and palm trees. As I let my eyes roam about, what did I see but someone sitting there alone, nearly hidden amongst the leaves. Someone? Well, let me tell you: I thought I was looking through the trees at a veiled star which had just dropped from the sky, a moon, a sun!