Islamabad - Pakistan
“Broken Wings” By Khalil Gibran
I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic
rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and
Selma Karamy was the first woman who awakened my spirit with her
beauty and led me into the garden of high affection, where days pass
like dreams and nights like weddings.
Selma Karamy was the one who taught me to worship beauty by the
example of her own beauty and revealed to me the secret of love by
her affection; she was the one who first sang to me the poetry of real
Every young man remembers his first love and tries to recapture that
strange hour, the memory of which changes his deepest feeling and
makes him so happy in spite of all the bitterness of its mystery.
In every young man's life there is a "Selma" who appears to him
suddenly while in the spring of life and transforms his solitude into
happy moments and fills the silence of his nights with music.
I was deeply engrossed in thought and contemplation and seeking to
understand the meaning of nature and the revelation of books and
scriptures when I heard love whispered into my ears through Selma's
lips. My life was a coma, empty like that of Adam's in Paradise, when
I saw Selma standing before me like a column of light. She was the
Eve of my heart who filled it with secrets and wonders and made me
understand the meaning of life.
The first Eve led Adam out of Paradise by her own will, while Selma
made me enter willingly into the paradise of pure love and virtue by
her sweetness and love; but what happened to the first man also
happened to me, and the fiery word which chased Adam out of
Paradise was like the one which frightened me by its glittering edge
and forced me away from paradise of my love without having
disobeyed any order or tasted the fruit of the forbidden tree.