Love : To see God in each other
A few days ago, in a conversation with friends, the nature of love unfolded in unexpected ways. Some spoke of it as an illusion, a product of a society eager to sell us dreams. Others called it a myth, an antiquated story that has no bearing on our modern lives. But to me, love is not a fleeting concept nor an empty vessel to be filled with convenient ideologies. It is the truest form of knowledge—knowledge of the Divine, knowledge of our own humanity, and the intersection between both. Love, I believe, is not merely a fantasy to be dissected; it is the essence of life itself, a deep and unspoken truth that can only be lived, never fully understood.
In the holy Quran, - as I’ve been recently told- it is said that love between a husband and wife is not explicitly named. At first, I found this omission curious—why would something so central to our human experience be left unsaid? But as I reflected, I came to understand that God, in His infinite wisdom, perhaps chose not to name it outright because He had already imprinted it into our very souls. Love is not something that can be reduced to words; it is a pulse, a heartbeat that reverberates through the universe, carrying with it the sacred breath of the Divine. Love doesn’t need to be written because it is already living inside us, guiding us toward the recognition of one another’s divinity.
And so I write.
Love is the breath of God, an invisible force that threads through the fabric of our being, calling us back to Him. It is the quiet, unassuming pulse beneath all things—the compass that, whether we know it or not, guides us toward each other. We are born from this Love, as stars are born from the heart of the cosmos—shining with a light we did not create but were destined to carry.
It is the pulse in silence, the ancient recognition that passes between souls, speaking in the language of breath and touch. Love is not bound by time, not by bodies, nor by words. It is a truth so deep it escapes our understanding, a divine knowing that echoes through the very marrow of our bones. Like Moses, standing before the burning bush, unable to fully grasp or articulate the magnitude of God’s words, love too is beyond our capacity to fully capture or express. The divine essence of love is a truth, an absolute, that cannot be contained, just as Moses could not contain the full glory of God in human speech. It is an experience that moves beyond the limits of language, a knowing that resides in the soul long before it is ever spoken aloud. It is a gaze that crosses the barriers of space and time, that sees past the veneer of our earthly selves, and touches the sacred spark that resides within.
Love is the recognition of divinity in the other, a sacred moment of communion where two souls, however separate they may seem, find their completeness in one another. It is not an acquisition, nor a possession, but a gentle giving and receiving—a flow of grace and light. Like the sun , like your smile . It is a coming together of all the parts of oneself that, until then, were unknown, unseen, even to the self. It is to see your moles as crafted by the Divine, placed like stars scattered across an ever-expanding universe. To love is to see you as whole, but to recognize in every inch of your skin the billion little works of creation that are uniquely yours. It is to love the timber of your voice and hear the angels in your breath, to admire the beauty God put into creating you, and to know that every part of you is His art.
Love is the pulse of existence itself, the thread that weaves through our lives, quietly holding us together. To love is to recognize God in every face, in every moment, in every whisper of the universe. It is to give without expectation, to offer the sacred portion of oneself that was always meant to be shared, just as God, in His perfect generosity, offers His bounty to us without asking for anything in return.
To love is to hold another in your heart with a reverence that transcends human understanding. It is to see them not just as they are but as they were created—perfect, whole, and divine in their very being. It is to love you, even when you struggle to get out of bed, to love you in your vulnerability and your quiet moments, without demanding anything in return. It is to offer part of myself in the same way God has offered us all that we are—without asking for anything back. To love is to give, as He gives, freely and without expectation. Perhaps that’s just me, perhaps it’s mere words—rhetoric, poetry, or idealism. But for all I know, I was born to love, even if I may never be loved back. And in that realization, I have found a kind of peace that transcends all understanding.
For in loving without expectation, in offering without claiming, I have found Allah’s serenity. Love, then, is not a transaction but a devotion—an offering of oneself to another as an expression of the divine that lives in us all. In this, I have found the quiet peace that the world cannot give, a peace that mirrors the silence of God.
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