Life is love of death

(Muhammad waqas, Sargodha)

What is life? Life is a drop in the ocean of this world which can ever come out of its shore and reach its end. As long as this drop is present in this ocean, it will continue to speculate with artificial waves and so on. Life comes to this world without fear and danger. It enjoys all kinds of weather. Life keeps its inner intentions as strong as rocks. Some people think that life is like a market. They come and shop and then they go away. The most important thing is that they go away empty handed. It means that coming into the world of life is just like a dream where she accumulates wealth for her own desires as she did here. It has to be left even though its destination is something else. It is the name of coming and going. Its festivals have not diminished in the world. No one understood it. Although it has already been mentioned above that it is the sea, no one knows about its other shore, who knows how long it will be and will remain. Whoever went to get the news of its shore has not returned till today. Does it take time? It has been going on for centuries but it is not known. Now let us mention its lover which is called death. When the beloved has come into the world, it is clear that the lover will be created at the same time and he will be with him. It will remain because without a lover, the existence of a lover is impossible, just as a diamond is made for Ranjha and Juliet is made for Romeo. This love will not end. Life begins with the death of her beloved. There it is. It burns automatically in its own fire. Where it is being created, death is dissolving it. Life is always afraid of death. There is a strange state of being with it. Lives in the struggle of not being. Death is always in pursuit of it.

Sometimes the seasons of life become beautiful and she is smiling and laughing and then her lover ie death turns this happiness into hiccups and sobs. At one time life can be spent in raw houses and sick in cooked houses. There is an old folk tale that there was a king who was very attached to his life and government. He did not want to be separated from them all. One day he called a meeting of his ministers in his palace and talked to them on the subject. Tell me a solution. Death came too late for me. A minister advised the king to talk to Najoomi. After a while, Najoomi came. The whole story was told to Najoomi. She can come to take her trust at any time, whether you live in a glass palace or an iron one. She has to take her trust on time, whether it is a hundred years later or in the next moment. If so, they are life and death

Life is the name of living as long as you have full life, but it is human nature that when the love of life increases, the danger of death slows down the process of living. Love and hate are both names of life. The question arises, where will life be after death? Will it end completely? In fact, death leads to real life. It is not death. From one place of life to another, very few people understand this, but there is no end to life. What kills us is death before death. There is a fear of God. If this fear comes to the heart, then the pleasures of life fade away. It is difficult to appreciate life. It is impossible to know it.
Love of death with life is a perfect model for all kinds of lovers

Muhammad waqas
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