"What is freedom?", she asked herself.
She had spent years living what she called freedom, then she realized that that freedom was restricted, pre-defined to her in some way, shape or form.
It was her choice to choose that definition of freedom, but the freedom itself wasn't free. It was the caged freedom. Freedom behind the bars set up by people, humans - like me and you, imperfect beings. And she chose to blindly follow it, and called herself *free*.
It was her choice to choose that definition of freedom, but the freedom itself wasn't free. It was the caged freedom. Freedom behind the bars set up by people, humans - like me and you, imperfect beings. And she chose to blindly follow it, and called herself *free*.
Not until she met her Lord, she realized what freedom truly meant - how beautiful, and blissful it was - it had no boundaries - it was just the free kind of freedom. The kind that tunes your wants to the Creator of your Qalb. It's at the same frequency, and the phenomena you experience in your life is then called *freedom* .
And the real true freedom that humans experience is in the worship of Allah, their Rabb.
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