It is necessary to ask the competent
Actually, we are going through a crisis right now in my beautiful country. A crisis that cannot be expressed with numbers, statistics and cannot be explained in terms of money. It does not seem like it will be easy to understand, explain or overcome this crisis. Because it is not visible to the eyes. Because it is not seen or even tried to be seen. How would it look though? Is this possible when the number of people who look at everything with a self-interested lens and spend the thing called depression only for money is so plentiful?
Well, what is this depression that we are mostly indifferent to and actually addicted to with various motives years ago? It's so hard to put a name to it. Because this depression is not an ordinary thing. It is not an event that today's screens will show square by frame and newspapers will be published column by column. In their eyes, it is not even a small piece of news. So it's not even a small problem for them. Because it is not economic and commercial. It does not touch the pocket; does not reach out to anyone's labor and bread. In other words, it is not considered as "a loss". However, if the apparent losses from him were known and thought about a little, there would not be a word in the dictionary to compensate for this loss, and on the other hand, no word other than "impossible" would be heard from everyone's language.
Yes, it was not for me to come up with a name for this great depression we are experiencing. How can a weirdo like me, who writes fragmentary and perhaps incomprehensible sentences and scribbles some articles in his own way, be able to speak on this great subject? "
Complying with the rule "Everything should be asked to the competent", I took a look from the window of our day to see if there is anyone to ask. A few pure hearts caught my eye. But they were tired and exhausted for some reason. "Don't look at us. We are new moon. They said, "We don't have light". As always, I got rid of this time for a bit and said, "Whatever there is in the old days," and ran to the window of the past. Suddenly, a secret and genuinely alive page opened to my eyes. And at first glance, a word of a big heart was shining. shining into my eyes:
"The heart is the qibla of a person, don't break it..." Oh well, now I found what I was looking for. The name of this apocalyptic crisis we live in is now on my lips
How well you said it, my master! What a nice statement you made It is as if your eyes had evil eye on my day and you said this concise word. Come on, I consider myself living in the wrong time and I feel that way. Were you too? It seems to me that you probably were. Because you should be right here right now. Look, the qibla you are talking about has never been broken like this...
Yes, what a disappointment, my friend, our qibla is broken in forty places. Many people without qiblas have sprung up among us who remove their qibla and act as garbage. Can you tell me what is this if not depression? When will those who refer to a simple game played on a piece of paper as depression, will see the crisis in their own qibla (hearts)?
What I say, and even my hope, is that: We are the grandchildren of a blessed ancestor who founded cities of the heart and was the people of the heart. That's why we must have our qibla, our compass, and no wonder