Handful Of Love

#Awesomeshake #Shirazian

God makes our joy clean and eternal and keeps me close to you. God is our witness to that condition. Dad Jacob, turn your face and look at my hands, Sheen’s hand left an imprint on my hands. Shiraz became like a separated lover, if that hand print had a language it would tell of its trouble saying "Listen Sheen, you’re nice and graceful one" saying it without a mouth or lips. They said “We are also the print of Sheen's hand, separated from that hand, feel pity for us and make sure that our actions belong to us only”. In appearance and in reality he (Allah) is the one who knows, because the shell moves when it contains the pearl. Be silent now, it is enough that those words kept coming even after they had been repelled.

I am the one who has lost all his patience because of you, also the one who reaches and stays with you. My heart is hurt with your thorn, sing and enjoy because of your spring everything which exists from sky to earth is talking and silent at the same time, they also become restless like the hearts of lovers, because of you everything is praying for our love, our separation. They fall in your dreaminess, every being has turned upside-down because of you, even if they are not aware of you, how strange it is to look at you, and see with you, how nice to wait for you, to long for you, what would the cypress and garden do if the raven had no eye no perception? Did you hear the wail of the nightingale? I am the one who gives my will and choices to you. I am the one who gave up work and business, ignored the clients, buyer and seller, and got involved in only your work and your business. I gave up the sea and the bridge, I ran away from part or whole. What do I do to the face of the rose? Your rose-face is not there what do I do with this dead life, this frozen body and soul, these two or three days of counted time? I have become involved with your count. My heart, eyes and ears eat your honey and drink, handmade Seera (Halva), also your handmade sharbat of Muharram, they open flowers every moment just to scatter them for you, they get healed from your breeze & sweeteness, don’t become rude or change behaviour for the one who says Aameen on your words and prayers. Remember, God knows the secrets of hearts and prayers. From now on I will leave this soul in this body to the silence, but your zeal which gives soul and attracts hearts won't let me be silent and I know it is impossible to hide like prey in the land of silence, because neither prey nor hunter can avoid being hunted by you. Every existence grows with your smell and is purified with your separation. The laughter of everything and everybody is His (Allah) work and His gift.

Jacob : Yusuf_S (Father)

- Shirazian