Thinking Is A Crime By Dr Naila Hina 1993

"Thinking is a crime". What is the question of logic until the recognition of speech? What is the use of speech unless the idea is interpreted? What is the working of an idea if it's not difficult and easy to use at the same time? Many passions led to the search for truth and reality. True emotions are more pleasant and refreshing than fragrant flowers. In the name of truth and reality, psychological entanglements and knots of thought, however complex and tangled, challenge the human mind. It invites thought. But thinking is a crime!

"Time and F16 wait for no one" is written on the F16 bus. Take a look. A common man also writes poetry in praise of his object. Then, the one who is a poet himself, what crime do you punish him for? When we are silent, we are considered fugitives and when we speak, we are considered crazy. 

What is love? Just a transfer of thought! Find the connection in these unrelated sentences, I have heard that those who criticize have an eye on the doomsday. Know that a poet's mirror of love is crumbled. This is not normal. It is the resurrection. The one who cries is not bound. Will you ever say to the dead and resurrected person to communicate in two sentences? Why keep it? And even if you keep it, will you understand anything? No. Nothing. So it is proved that thinking is a crime and we are just criminals!!!!

Today I am addressing my love. It is not just an emotion. The entire universe is summed up in this one word. This writing is not for anyone else, but for myself. No, it's not selfish. Because love is selfless. Free hanging is done and while hanging it is not seen who is being hung and what he is doing with it. However, it is certain that the one who is doing it does not bear the loss of his loved one under any circumstances. Love is God. Love is mother. Love is companionship and love is seeking. But love is not charity. Because the love that is given in charity is not love, it is compassion. A bone is also given to a dog out of pity. But we do not give a bone to our pet dogs out of pity, because they love us and we love them and love demands its due right. 

Let me repeat that again

Love is selfless. Then what kind of right is it, which it asks for?

The butterfly comes to kiss the blooming flowers, but the bee comes to make honey. A butterfly loves too. From the repositories of colour and fragrance, i.e. the flower. A bee also makes love, but by asking for the truth. This right opens new doors of love and desires. Tell me how? There is healing in honey. And the healed one gives thanks to God and satisfies his love for God. The next things are as clear as the sun. That is, he prays for the one who made the honey. Then also for the one who fed him. And all this happened by God's command. So thanks again for all the love. It's a chain reaction. Thus love becomes endless. It becomes immortal. It becomes the writing of survival and is called the interpretation of eternal life.

 Is the intensity that one feels in one's emotions in the quest for something, remains even after its conquest! And if not, why?