Love Stories : The story of Qais and Layla

Qays ibn al-Mulawwah was only a kid when he fell profoundly enamored with Layla Al-Aamiriya. He was certain of this adoration on the main day he laid his eyes upon her at maktab (customary school). He soon started to compose delightful love lyrics about Layla and he would read them so anyone can hear on road corners to anyone who might care to tune in. Such energetic showcases of adoration and commitment made many allude to the kid as Majnun, which means crazy person. 

One day, Majnun found the fearlessness to approach Layla's dad for his girl's turn in marriage, yet her dad declined the demand. Such a marriage, the father contemplated, would just aim an outrage. It would not be legitimate for his girl to wed a man whom everyone called a psycho. Rather, Layla was guaranteed to another – a more established man from a neighboring town. 

Majnun was suffering from extreme melancholy and surrendered his home and family and vanished into the wild where he carried on with a hopeless existence of isolation among the wild creatures. It was in this wild that Majnun spent his days making lyrics to his adored. 

Layla was compelled to wed this other man, despite the fact that she didn't love him since her heart still had a place with Majnun. Be that as it may, despite the fact that Layla did not love her significant other, she was a dedicated girl thus remained a devoted spouse. 

The news of this marriage was destroying to Majnun who kept on carrying on with an existence of isolation, declining to return home to his mom and dad in the city. 

Majnun's mom and dad missed their child unpleasantly and ached ordinary for his sheltered return. They would leave nourishment for him at the base of the garden in the expectations that one day he would return to them out of the betray. However, Majnun stayed in the wild, written work his verse in isolation, never addressing a solitary soul. 

Majnun invested the majority of his energy alone, encompassed just by the creatures of the wild that would accumulate around him and ensure him amid the long forsake evenings. He was regularly observed by explorers who might pass him on their way towards the city. The voyagers said that Majnun spent his days recounting verse to himself and writing in the sand with a long stick; they said that he really was headed to frenzy by a broken heart. 

Numerous years after the fact, Majnun's dad and mom both passed away. Knowing about his dedication to his folks, Layla was resolved to send Majnun expression of their passing. In the end she found an old man who guaranteed to have seen Majnun in the abandon. After much asking and arguing the old man consented to pass on a message to Majnun whenever he set off on his ventures. 

One day, the old man did in reality run into Majnun in the abandon; there he gravely conveyed the news concerning the demise of Majnun's folks and was compelled to witness what an awful blow this was to the youthful artist. 

Overcome with lament and misfortune, Majnun withdrew within himself completely and promised to live in the forsake until his own passing. 

A few years after the fact, Layla's better half kicked the bucket. The young lady trusted that at last she would be with her one intimate romance; that at last she and Majnun would be as one for eternity. Be that as it may, unfortunately this was not to be. Custom requested that Layla stay in her home alone to lament for her dead spouse for two entire years without seeing another spirit. The prospect of not being with Majnun for two a bigger number of years was more than Layla could bear. They had been isolated for a lifetime and two more years of isolation, two more years without seeing her adored, was sufficient to make the young lady abandon life. Layla kicked the bucket of a broken heart, alone in her home while never observing Majnun again. 

News of Layla's passing achieved Majnun in the wild. He promptly headed out to where Layla had been covered and there he sobbed and sobbed until the point when he too surrendered to the outlandish sadness and kicked the bucket at the graveside of his one intimate romance.

 ‘I pass by these walls, the walls of Layla
And kiss this wall and that wall.
It’s not love of the houses that has taken my heart
but of the One who dwells in those houses.’ Qays ibn al-Mulawwah