When a woman is afflicted with true, passionate love, she is no longer just a being... she becomes a complete Sufi monastery.

Her soul, freed from physical boundaries, transforms into a form of worship where the repetition of names becomes her prayer, and silent supplications become her circumambulation. The world sees her merely as a 'woman', but within, she is at a stage of love where her selfhood has vanished—where desire, longing, and existence all perish, leaving only a 'mirror of the soul'.