You don’t divide love, you multiply it

white-flowersLife is made up of tiny moments carrying an eternity in them. I often wonder at the point and purpose of it all. Many a people who left this world are still alive in our hearts because of the work they did. We now remember them as giants in their respective area of service and we look up to them. Perhaps we aspire to be like them also. Did you know of the millions of unknown people who were gurus in their own right?

Life is an amazing experience. If you start looking at each and everything with an eye to learn, you will be amazed at the amount of information you will gather. I am not talking about being better engineers or doctors here; I am talking about being better humans here. We’re so busy looking up to the big, final picture we want to accomplish that we fail to realize the finer details in life. And I mean finer in every sense of the word.

My husband loves telling be small excerpts from the Shahaab Naama. For those of you who don’t know what Shahaab Naama is, it is an autobiography of Qudrat Ullah Shahab, an eminent Urdu writer and civil servant from Pakistan. He says in his book, once he occasioned to talk to a poor man randomly. He was either a cobbler or a servant of some sort and had a very low wage. Qudrat Ullah Shahab asked him how many children did he have. He answered that he had 10 children upon which Qudrat Ullah Shahab was quite surprised. Leaving out the question of how he supported such a big family on such a small wage, he asked “With so many children, you might often feel your love exhausted, being constantly divided among so many, isn’t it so?” The poor man just smiled and said, “Saahab, you don’t divide love; you multiply it.” Qudrat Ullah Shahab was dumbfounded at the wisdom of this man, how much more he knew of it than an eminent Urdu scholar himself.

Just a thought.

Till next time!



  1. Happy to see you writing again. Very nice thought. We wait for big things to happen and lose the moments of tiny pleasures. If we enjoy every moment of joy, how small it may be, it makes us the happiest person at the end of the day.


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