The one who is [truly] imprisoned is the one whose heart is imprisoned from Allah and the captivated one is the one whose desires have enslaved him.
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No love that a man has will only give him pleasure in return- he shall also suffer pain because of it, except for love of Allah.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love brings both joy and pain, but love for Allah is pure and free from suffering.
This quote highlights the dual nature of love, suggesting that all worldly loves come with both happiness and sorrow. However, the love of Allah is portrayed as uniquely beneficial, devoid of the suffering that often accompanies human relationships, emphasizing its purity and depth.
Themes
LoveSufferingPainJoyAllah
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about unconditional love, one might reference this quote to illustrate the idea that true love is not just about joy but also involves sacrifices.
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