Othello and Desdemona are truly in love? When two people are in love, there is almost nothing that can break it. A relationship between two people can be tested, but in the end, their love is forever. In the play Othello, Desdemona and Othello have a relationship that is indestructible, they have a genuine and honest love for each other throughout the entire play. Desdemona and Othello show their affection for each other regardless of racial and cultural differences. In the first half of the play, they believe and reassure others that their love is real and no one else’s opinion can affect this.
In the second half of the play, Iago’s cunning acts start to test Othello’s feelings for Desdemona. Othello becomes enraged with jealousy, but Iago does not create it, but only influences it. As a Senator’s daughter in Venice Desdemona has a strictly life, she must be smart and act smart. But love does not care it makes you blind. So is Desdemona blind with her love. She defies her father for her love “But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord” (Act 1 Scene 3, Line 184-188).
This tells everything about her love, she loves Othello now more as her father. Some may think that Desdemona is just a very passionate young woman she does not know about love. But we see Othello the Moor the leader of Venetian army who can have every woman he likes. But he doesn’t want another woman because he is in love with Desdemona and he cannot stay without her, he wants her everywhere with him even to Cyprus, he wants to spent all his life with her and no look at other woman, so he believe and reassure others that she is his truly love.
As we know every love has the hostile called jealousy. But being jealous is also a proof of love, because if you are jealous in your partner that means you love her/him. His jealousy is derived from his sincere love for Desdemona, for he does not know how to handle the news that Desdemona may no longer love him the way that he loves her, and so without thinking much he killed her. So he made his jealousy the hostile of his love. As Iago says to him: “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damned minutes tells he o’er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! (Act 3, scene 3, 165–171)” What love is depends on where we are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air – you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming, a physical pain. So Emilia asked Desdemona “O, who hath done this deed? And Desdemona with all her love that she had for Othello even if he killed her, she doesn’t want Othello to suffer and to let the fault on him so she answered: “Nobody – I myself. Farewell. Commend me to my kind lord. O, farewell! (She dies) (Act 5, Scene 2, 125-127)” Love is the driver for all great stories. It is the point before consummation of it that fascinates: what separates you from love, the obstacles that stand in its way. It is usually at those points that love is everything.
