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Too Soon To Say Good Bye

 

The relationship between Maulana Jalal-ul-din Rumi and Shams of Tabriz is one of the most fascinating and complex relationships in history. Shams was a wandering mystic who came into Rumi's life in the 13th century and had a profound impact on him.

The story of ignorant dervish and Lewanay is not a classic tale of forbidden love and heartbreaking fate. It is said to have originated on Instagram. It was a secrete kept by dervish in his brain memory. The ignorant dervish and Lewanay had intense and transformative clean relationship. But it is said that after a period of intense spiritual and intellectual exchange, the ignorant dervish was fallen in charming words of lewanay.

First, Lewanay was a beautiful young woman, while ignorant dervish was an ignorant businessman and poor reader. They fell deeply in text messaging at fortnight, but the nature was conspiring against their contact and forbade them from being together. Secondly, due to the intense intellectuality of Lewanay and the ignorance of dervish didn’t shape their story like normal young couples. Third, the online communication for the ignorant dervish and Lewanay it was like a once in blue moon meeting of Shams and Rumi. Fourth, as their love grew stronger, they became more and more opposed to their relationship. Eventually, Lewanay forced ignorant dervish to say final goodbye, and Dervish was driven to madness by the pain of their separation.

In present-day, When I met that good-looking ignorant dervish and asked him about how the connection between originated in his life? He reacted that “It was all written in the book of life, Although I have read many books but I was unable to read my own-book. Notwithstanding, If I was able to read it; I might have changed some chapters in it.”  

Next on good-bye? he replied “it was not supposed like this, it was very early for good-bye but as a charmer of her, he was forced to check-out from the arena”. How is you feeling now?  Answered “When I was an alone in hectic life the sigh of relief melted my heart, I used to be brave enough to enjoy the phases of life. My heart was like a burner of blacksmith which was equipped to absorb temperature of fire; and like a great Gardner who has deep passion of love for plants and green in spite of its slow and gradual process, I was persistent, patient and willing to wait for the fruit to blossom. Suddenly, wave of distraction and thoughts drained my green garden and left my heart of smith burner into frozen lake in winter”.

Therefore, He further added that “why this distraction and of her thoughts are following me like my own shadows, I feel her presence very near like a sunlight watching every move of me, she left an indelible mark in her chat history Although she was mysterious and unknown to me, my dependence on her became an addiction like fish in a water; I deeply admire her presence that occupied my thoughts, she has significant place in my world which she cherished and planted affection. I really value her. Now I don’t know how to go back in past to do some changes”.

 In the end, despite of answering my questions he wrote the below poetic words and left away

If you have lost heart in the path of love,

Flee to me without delay:

I am a fortress invincible,

Rumi


For Lewanay 

From Ignorant Dervish 



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