The greater the treasure, the more assiduously one stands sentry over it. The same applies with the Qurb of Allah (SWT). The more one has, the more he or she will avoid anything that could potentially place it in jeopardy.
A single touch outstrips a hundred words, sweeter than honey, softer than rose. But love pure, outweighs them all - the delicate caress, the gentlest prose. It embraces without contact, speaks without words. Never seen, always felt...that which cannot be…
