Reading is the noblest of acts. It is an act that can be as pleasurable to believers as worship. This act is unfortunately very much denied in our society.
Let's put our finger on the crux of the question. Why don't we read? Are we a nomadic society so that we can't find time and space to read? However, there were civilized years. Didn't we get rid of a nomadic life with Islam and become a settled civilized society?
Didn't we learn to read while civilizing? No no. Haven't we passed on to settled civilization? Well, what is the work of libraries full of books?
Didn't he wait to get the coffee shop culture even though we love to drink coffee? And didn't we open those coffee houses as coffee houses and reading houses? On the one hand, we slurp our coffees, some of us drink their tea, while some of us are bubbling their hookahs, haven't we read a book? Where did the reciprocal impromptu poetry readings go? Coffee houses have taken the place of coffee houses, haven't they been replaced by okey tables, places where cigarette smoke makes foxes, and casinos?
Haven't they been replaced by entertainment centers in luxury hotels, eating and drinking places in shopping malls, meeting places, places to increase social status? You don't even have a culture in all these places now. Even the newspapers that were left for the curious in the coffee house became invisible there.
Doesn't all this show where our society has come from? Well, have we ever thought about what could be the possible reason for this change?
Let's look back to the past. Let's add to this that the revolutions experienced together with poverty and misery made the people ignorant overnight. On top of that, let's think about the bad consequences of hanging the community leaders from the gallows who were arrested by the gendarmerie.
If the sky falls on us - poetry
Then there comes a moment when he is distracted,
He takes his head away
It's as if his heart takes wings and flies towards history.
He finds himself in the shadow of the past;
If the sky falls on us,
We put it at the tip of our swords,
We keep a blue atlas tent like a tent.
shouting,
“Since there is only one God in the sky,
There are too many rulers in the world,
Saying that one ruler is enough;
Timur, who said he was mine,
The horses that rise and neigh,
Galloping up the dust.
Armies slay those who oppose them.”
Whips crack in space,
My youth is running at full gallop.
While this youth is standing in the row,
My youth overflows wildly.
And there is more. I wonder if the books being confiscated from those days, the prohibition of books for thought crimes, the confiscation of books as a crime element in searches, have not caused the fears towards reading in the public consciousness to reach the ceiling?
Ah, whatever. Who would dare to read a book in such a society anymore? If he wants to read it, he will find the soldier and the police and the handcuffs on his hands. Then code correctly.
