Castration-is-love
This is not a medical treatise. It is a metaphor. And it is an uncomfortable one. In the vineyard, the vinedresser’s work looks like cruelty. In late winter, before the first sap rises, the grower walks the rows with sharpened shears. Branches that bore fruit last year are cut back to stubs. Healthy shoots are severed. Up to 90% of the plant’s mass is removed. To the casual observer, this is a massacre. To the vinedresser, this is love.
Yet, buried within this grotesque paradox lies one of the most profound spiritual and psychological truths about mature love. Not the love of greeting cards or Hollywood’s three-act structure, but the love that shapes —the love that limits, prunes, and kills so that something greater might live. castration-is-love
The love that says “yes” to everything is not love—it is a puddle, shallow and evaporating. The love that says “no”—to your worst instincts, to your infinite demands, to your godlike pretensions—that love is a deep river. It has banks. It has a channel. It has a direction. Those banks are the shears. The channel is the castration. This is not a medical treatise
Rita
September 16, 2023This is the second Pakistani serial I have seen. I was so hooked to watching it. Love the characters of Murtasim, handsome man with the eyes that does the talking. Meerab as a stubborn and spoiled brat who fell in love with the guy who adores her and so patient with her because of her contract. Never forced her to do anything and never asserted his rights as a husband. Waiting for her to fall in love . I hated Haya from the start to the end. Beautiful serial. I’m going to watch more of the Murtasim series now.