The Cost of Freedom

O soul that yearns for the unbound skies, Know you not freedom’s cost where it lies? It dwells in valleys of tears and woe, Where blood has watered the seeds that grow. Freedom is not for the faint or weak, It bends not to those who refuse to speak. Its weight is heavy, its path unclear, Yet the steadfast tread, casting aside fear. Did you think it given by the hand of fate? No, it is carved where injustice waits. A tyrant’s throne must crumble and fall, Before the oppressed can heed freedom’s call. Witness the grief in the eyes of the brave, Their hearts steadfast, though they march to the grave. Chains may bind their hands and feet, But not the spirit, which will not retreat. O seekers, remember what the Qur'an has shown, That patience and struggle are seeds to be sown. "With hardship comes ease," the promise stands true, A covenant eternal, for me and for you. The oppressors may build their empires high, Touching the clouds, claiming the sky. Yet the fall of the haughty is swift and sure, God’s justice eternal, His power pure. Freedom, though costly, is a noble creed, A balm to the soul and a cure for its need. For without it, life is a shadow, a breath, A journey unlit, a prelude to death. So rise, O seeker, and count not the price, For freedom demands the ultimate sacrifice. Its flames may scorch, but its light is divine, A beacon eternal, through the ages it shines.