a love riot

my heart aches...in my trips to pakistan over the past few years i've noticed a serious need. the need for a love riot...the muhabbat is missing...its among people i call family!!! something has gone...where's the light hearted fun and laughter? i remember it from my childhood...i want a return to that INNOCENCE! something new has taken its place...a tension filled drama fueled by gossip and backbiting he-said/she-said bull****...i despise it!! ...it makes me want to SCREAM!!!maybe its not new...maybe its always been there and i was too young to notice...O Allah! Why the Mmmph did you open my eyes to muhabbat...?? Damn you Hafiz... Why did you teach me about ishq??? I didn't know it in childhood...I want a return to that IGNORANCE!! NO NO NO!! no... I refuse to believe that its always been there! This stuff IS new...as my mothers cousins have grown up, they have started to dislike each other and fight among themselves...as my own cousins have grown up, some have become quite miserable people...i remember them as happy kids..."Oh but there are reasons Asad!" "You don't know..." please... please shut up!! there are always reasons to argue, reasons to hate...but I want to have hope that there are more reasons to love...I want to hope...I want to love...I refuse to share in their misery. I want to start a love riot...I want to grab the next relative i see saying this or that about another relative and kiss them on the lips to make them shut up...pucker up fools...here i come!!!