Hagia Sophia was engulfed in Sujood on Friday...

Finally.

It has been freed after 86 years...

July 24th went down in history as a day of rebirth.

July 24th has become a day of feast, of celebration, of ultimate union.

Hundreds of thousands of Muslims, whose hearts burned bright with the fire of freedom and the love of truth in spirits and minds, flocked to Hagia Sophia from all over Turkey.

Gone are the days of sorrow.

It was an altogether different experience for those who were present at Hagia Sophia Mosque on Friday.

The enthusiasm, excitement and joy were beyond explanation; it had to be experienced. Because history was being made. Milestones cannot be explained, only experienced. It all falls into place.

With about half an hour left to Friday prayers, the call to prayer was performed in different makams; spirits soared high; people were enchanted; Hagia Sophia filled with sorrow and jubilation today.

What does it mean to be a pariah? What does it mean to be free? It was then and there for the first time that I felt the meaning in my bones.

It was the first time I shuddered as I felt with every fiber of my being that while the loss of independence of these lands was not experienced on the field, it happened mentally, and that the children of these lands were not only mentally enslaved, but in fact, they fell under the spell of their tormentors.

It was on that day that I first understood in so clear a way what it meant to be free, what it meant for Hagia Sophia to be liberated.

I cried and cried and choked up on tears of sorrow and joy.

The biggest disaster that can befall a society is not being aware of its misfortune, I kept saying as I stood there.

This is exactly what I fully comprehended in Hagia Sophia.

With every fiber of my being, I saw and heard how Hagia Sophia was treated as a pariah, how the children and souls of these lands were destroyed and turned into pariahs...

This country wasn’t exactly colonized per se, but it was mentally colonized and has been under the spell of its tormentor!

I’m certain everyone experienced the same things I did both inside and outside Hagia Sophia Mosque...

Tears of sorrow and joy flowed like torrents…

The chains on Hagia Sophia have been broken. Hagia Sophia’s chains represented the shackles of our minds...

Who could ever have been made uncomfortable by the liberation of Hagia Sophia?

But this has also happened.

Hagia Sophia has been reopened as a mosque, and Greece has declared mourning.

This I can fathom.

But it’s unfathomable for me how certain types among us have lost it over Hagia Sophia’s mosque reversion.

Oh and by the way, weren’t you also the children of this country?

What kind of schizophrenia is this! What kind of a disease!

Hagia Sophia Mosque is the symbol of our civilization claims, which rendered these lands home, allowing us to wave the banner of justice and equity to the whole world.

Hagia Sophia Mosque is both the deed and the symbol of Turkey’s leadership and Muslim unity, resurrection and rebirth.

The Hagia Sophia Mosque is the most powerful, most steadfast and most unshakable gate of the only civilization that recognizes every other civilization’s right to life, the only, the last and most sophisticated representative of Islamic civilization, the Ottoman civilizational spirit and claims that has once again offered the gift of justice, peace and equity to all humanity.

In a nutshell: It’s a divine decision, it has been preordained!

O Lord!

No amount of praise will ever be enough!