❤️ Love for the Prophet — A Feeling of the Heart

Can anyone truly understand what kind of love this is?
It is not a love that words can describe.
It is the peace of the soul,
the light of the eyes,
the comfort that settles quietly in the heart.

When every light in the world grows dim,
when every path becomes unclear,
there is one blessed name
that still holds my heart steady—
his name.

I do not remember ever seeing him,
yet whenever I grow tired,
whenever I lose my way,
I feel a gentle presence beside me—
as if he is guiding me with mercy.
This feeling is greater than any bond,
any friendship, any love.

My life is nothing but an attempt
to walk upon the path he showed.
And my death…
may it be blessed enough
that in that final moment I can say:
“O Lord, I held on to his Sunnah.”

My love is not a claim, not a loud voice—
it is a quiet flame,
burning softly within my heart,
reminding me in every darkness
that everything I am is for him.