Learn to love or be ready to be hated

Learn to love or be ready to be hated)

                Love is such a word which needs no introduction or there may not be such a person who may not be known to love. Therefore, I don't want to define anything about it at all.Instead, I would take my turn to make those memorise about love who have forgotten this beautiful boon of Allah for them in their lives that they never bother either to see it in the lives of others or theirs own. In fact, such people have gone devoid of love or the feeling of love because they have bidden farewell to this feeling long ago which is why they neither find it in their own hearts nor it is seen by them in the hearts of others.

                 Love is a natural feeling and the one who has got it in oneself is no less fortunate for it is the only panacea found in the whole world whose results have always been hundred percent positive. 

                 Love begets Love whereas hate begets hate. It is a quite natural matter that a person who is abused does not give you flowers in return. Similarly, a person, who loves and respects, does not ever get hurt because of powerful weapon of love. Those whose lives are full of hatred , unhappiness, tragedy, dullness and contempt they are actually those who are devoid of love, liking and affection. Hence, their lives become  fully dull and colourless, because a person, who loves everybody selflessly, smiles seeing others and keeps good relations with others, can never be close to loneliness as people whom he loves would never leave him alone.

                  Love is such a strong emotion that can't ever be scratched from the heart of such people who are always loved or made affectionate for it is a feeling of security, affection, regard, prestige, dignity, gratitude, thankfulness, honour and so on. Those who say goodbye to this one aspect from their heart are never ever found to be in a normal or happy condition for there will be no one to console or to love them after they have cut themselves off from this pure element of life. Therefore, hatred for such people becomes a never ending part of life.

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