Craziness

One day it will happen to you just like it had happened to every man before you-you will fall into a ditch known as love. You'll see her and everyone and everything around you at that moment will be an utter blur. Your friends are teasing you! But you don't mind this time as your mind is captivated by her flawlessness, and so you take one more glance at her and she innocently catches you and you lower your gaze and smile at the ground. That day, you'll indulge in your everyday idiosyncrasies as usual but there's something special about that day that makes what t was a mundane routine full of brightness. And maybe that brightness is the reason why you start to perceive things with a depth you weren't accustomed to. You brush it off for a few hours, days, or maybe months! 

Somehow, Allah does it to you again: it's her, it's that spark, it's that smile you crack again absentmindedly. 

Maybe it's an illusion and maybe it's real. So genuine. Because you can just feel like she felt it too. She smiled to herself too. You saw it. Your mind is a river of flowing thoughts and your heart is pounding like an angry beggar at a rich man's majestic door. 

At that point, it's up to you. Not completely, but you have some say in what happens next. You can pray to Allah to make her yours -against all odds and circumstances! You can do the impossible to get her. So she can be yours and only yours and you can indulge forever in that feeling that you never want eradicated or obliterated or snatched away. You want it and you want it more than anything you've ever wanted. 

Denial. Refusal. Doubts. They're all against it. They'll whisper and scream things like: but you don't know her! You don't know her name or if she's fit for you. She's not the image in your head. How do you know if the feeling is mutual? How could it possibly be? She's too this and not that! 

But your heart speaks gently and lovingly to you while your brain simmers the denial, refusal, and doubts to make all this nonsense stop once and for all. You see her again and your heart says, "Ha I said so!" And your brain points to every other beauty in the room! But it's her your staring at helplessly as she timidly takes a quick glance then goes her way. And it's true; you don't know her, you don't know her name, you don't know if she's fit for you, and you most defiantly don't know if she feels the same or thinks of similar thoughts. 

Your problem conforms to a dilemma. You can't forget her now- at least, you know your heart won't let you! And maybe she'll laugh in your face, reject you, and you'll be the buffoon of the century. But you pray and pray for omens. And they're there; there's no denying that. You get a tranquility sent from the heavens that she's your soulmate and your other half. Although you are one whole person on your own, that changes when she's around and you become a half that needs to be completed. 

And it's true that you don't know those things about her, so you defy all odds and find your means of obtaining every little detail about who she is and what makes her that "her" that you can't help but dream, think, and talk about. The "her" you can't help but love and admire and be infatuated with. So you find out one thing that leads to another. 

And your brain will give in. It will be your heart's assistant. It will soon start simmering hope, faith, and enthusiasm. It will tell you: how do you know that she's doesn't sing about you? How do you know that you don't make her blush all the way home? How do you know that she doesn't feel helplessly in love with you too? 

So you man up with some given courage from the ones who occupied your heart long before she did. 

One day, miraculously, she's in your arms and she's all yours. No one else's but you! She completes you and she tells you that you make her and make her feel whole. You're one then- the both of you! And you smile and rejoice and laugh because of how crazy it all was. Only then is your faith forever restored because Allah answered a prayer you never really uttered but your soul screamed for from the moment you were born.