Aren't you imprisoned somewhere?

 

Aren't you imprisoned somewhere?

We often want to write something but can't. We have many words but we are sometimes afraid to write those words. We don't want anyone to read those words. We always want to keep them hidden in some corner of our heart. It seems that those few words are the story of our life. Those are the words we always hold captive. Then it makes sense.

How long Let someone be imprisoned who we want to take with us from this world, then one day they suddenly become free from our language. As soon as they are free, they turn to the man for whom they are words. For a moment, our eyes begin to close. And when they open, we know. Until yesterday, only words were imprisoned. Today, along with words, the soul is also imprisoned.

We surrender ourselves to someone and that person imprisons us like these words. It is more a prison of heart and soul than a prison of words. The words we received as human protectors. Then we see the changing form of this man, the man whom we consider to be the sky, then he leaves us alone in the distant clouds. What we consider our land leaves us on a distant island.

And from there our real imprisonment begins. Then we see the form of the Son of Man that we were free to be afraid to see in a dream. Today he is imprisoned and seeing in reality. We cry and suffer, but we forget that our hearts and souls as well as our voices were imprisoned. It doesn't matter what we call it. The voices of the prisoners hit the walls and come back.

In fact, those walls are the walls of the heart. They call out the walls of the heart. We can't stand it, but who cares? Only the one who is close to the heart can hear the sound of the heart. Now how can he who is imprisoned in the prison of mockery of heart hear the cry of our heart?

Then we realize. We did not release those words at the right time. We are paying the price for not releasing them at the right time.  We? Who will free us from this imprisonment?

? Imprisoned in these walls, we begin to find a way. I have heard that there is a way to free every prisoner. Then why we are not shown that way but witness we are in this prison from which there is no way out. Then a voice is heard from very close in this prison. We think it is midnight. At this time all the people are sleeping. Is there any other prisoner? As soon as they hear that voice in this prison, tears start flowing. It is known to do.

This is the sound of Azan. As far as I know, there is no azan at this time of night. There is a prayer. This is the azan of tahajjud. Is tahajjud also azan? A voice comes from the heart. This azan is the call of Allah. They are calling me Allah. Or Allah has heard, then He accepts every prayer of His servant, then set me free. My heart is captive My soul is imprisoned. Another sound comes out of the walls of my heart.  You were free when your tears flowed when you heard the call to prayer from your heart.I am free and yes, you are not imprisoned either