There are great pains in our world and in this land that make us deaf and dumb. The lakes of pain never dry up. Some are wounded, some are in tears, some are paralyzed. The rest are helpless and confused. Modern man is likely to go to even greater extremes to fill his spiritual emptiness. Forgetting that we have to live on it, it continues to harm nature, its origin and its future.

Starved, exploited, oppressed, intimidated and frightened people (societies) have stopped looking at each other's reality and what they are. No one is satisfied with their share of humanity that has become Cain.

The I-phenomenon has enveloped the soul in every body like a poison ivy, the metamorphosed ore of human beings. It is filled with those who marginalize, alienate, exclude, impose themselves as the sole power, making it a dominant colonial understanding, method and management. Even though they know that their ships are taking on water, they use daily discourse, measures and medicines with patches.
"I don't have patience, I don't have tranquillity, I don't have a jot of loyalty from you, what comes from two nothing, let's have an idea once."

Intellectuals and administrators should learn from the poet.

"O Nedim
What should I do?
There are so many things we dream of." Every unimagined reality is incomplete in life. Dreams, on the other hand, have been taken from their realm and not turned into reality. We are all imprisoned in our shells. Some thinkers, who take advantage of imprisonment as an opportunity for seclusion, can sense and feel universality. They start to become Abel. Even if everyone comes from the same mother and father, there will always be Cain and Abel.

We cannot participate in universality and we find ourselves in coffins with our shells in the face of an expanding universe. We feel dead. Clouds of mourning and sorrow cover our lives. We find our world imprisoned. However, we were not given to this realm (plane) as immortal nor as the sole ruler. Every human being is a caliph, every living being has been prepared to live. In Sufism, there are teachings about being superior to angels when we are with the right and inferior to animals when we violate the right.

"I can't call a person who has a pure tongue, whose heart is not pure;
It is not that the right language does not know each other", Fuzuli summarized a lot.

The meaning of writing is not always what it contains. It is another way, a form of fighting, of reacting when faced with reality.

When we reduce our body (nafs) to the lowest level, we ascend to the mirac of ourselves. In this way we can give meaning to life. We must be able to stand up by giving up all states of existence. Not to be convinced, not to believe, not to analyze; we must be able to look at life with a HEART that is RATIONAL enough to surrender itself...
For the brightness of tomorrow, for the honor and dignity of human beings, for the peace and salvation of all living beings; we must dedicate ourselves with the attitude of a lover. We must dedicate our bodies to adapt the right to life so that tomorrow will be enlightened...

Some intellectuals have always sided with the rulers throughout history. In the name of democracy, the rule of law, human rights and freedoms, they have paralyzed humanity, let alone nature. Instead of divine laws and rules, the world has been governed by inspirations and dogmas born from human, mindless hearts. Divine justice and laws do not lead nature and the end of the universe to disaster. They do not pollute the human soul. We only did it to us, we did it to ourselves.

In the midst of such injustice, today's people adopt a selfish attitude, look at the world like prey animals, are locked into winning, and exhibit a capital-hunting identity. Because despite rising living standards, prosperity and comfort, they are swimming in unhappiness and dissatisfaction in inverse proportion.

So there is no other way out now but to be one of the wise hearts. There is no other way but to return to our nature, to our essence, to our true selves from which we have become alienated. The shortest way to peace and happiness is love. The reason for existence and creation is the love he breathed into us from his own soul. There is no other way... Either we must love each other and everything created, living and non-living, far and near, far and near, from us and not from us, without questioning, at least we must understand and empathize, or we will sink and disappear together in the same ship...

Like Mu... like Atlantis...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber