What we now call “leaders” in so-called civilized societies — the kings and sultans of their time — have always tried to shape the people they ruled according to their own norms, solely to consolidate power and control. And as if that wasn’t enough, they never hesitated to take the necessary steps to ensure that this order would survive even after their deaths.
What an obsession. What a hunger.
To domesticate societies and force them to act in line with their own interests, they took away the most precious thing people had: their freedom. And they were creative in doing so.
They created religions.
They labeled actions is as sins.
They convinced people that if they didn’t obey rigid rules, punishment would come first in this world — and then in the next.
Today, where religion and its strict rules no longer work as efficiently, societies are held captive in comfort zones manufactured by capitalism.
Just like in the past, pursuing individual and collective freedom today still means this:
you are willing to spend a lifetime for it.
In other words, you say: freedom or death.
Freedom has two sides.
One smells of blood.
The other of spring.
One side is deep crimson.
The other is the yellow of sunrise.
That is why running after freedom is not for everyone.
Because those who know, understand this:
the end is either infinity —
or infinity.
There is a cliché we often repeat: “Geography is destiny.”
I’ve never fully believed in that sentence.
Because no matter where you are in the world, those who do not fit, those who refuse chains, those who cannot breathe where they are — all sing the same freedom songs.
Today, wherever we turn our eyes, yes — everywhere — freedom songs are being sung.
Some in whispers.
Some in screams.
I believe the days when the rising age of cruelty will bow to goodness are near.
I believe that the people of Iran — whom they think they have silenced — will soon raise their flags of freedom.
And that all oppressed people will finally shout, “Enough.”
That the collective consciousness and energy of goodness will spread across the world.
There will be a price, of course.
But the world works this way.
Where there is no evil, goodness loses its meaning.
Where there is no darkness, light becomes invisible.
To the days filled with freedom and light.
Nazan
If These Piece had a Color : It would be ”Blood Red ”.
If These Piece had a Song : It would be ”Baraye” shouted in unison by the Iranian people. https://open.spotify.com/track/3iQxajJfYco5k7PDSlFVCO?si=9ee090020d8f4840
If These Piece had a Scen: It smelled, stubbornly, of FREEDOM; And to me the smell is ”Pine Forest” .
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