Freedom is yet to be benchmarked. No one can claim “being” free, yet one can claim “feeling” free. The only way to feel free is to compare it to another state. One feels “freer” but not just free. It’s like wanting so badly to go to the bathroom, and once the business is taken care of, one feels free. But it’s not freedom, it’s the feeling of being freer than what was more suppressive.
The freer one gets, the more mediocre past freedoms will sound. Then you realize freedom is from within and you start bringing back everything past you threw away in the name of freedom, because you walked the path and you know that freedom is illusive.
That’s why ritual is beautiful. Ritual is home of the disillusioned. You try to find freedom by breaking down social codes, by venturing into the unknown, by throwing away discipline, only to find yourself back into the realms of discipline and ritual, praying five times a day, sitting daily on your own to do Zikr (recitation of Allah’s names & prayers).
There is great freedom in stillness, in being able to let go of the whole world while you are locked inside a room. There is great freedom in being married to discipline. There is great freedom in submission to The One, Allah, the Most Beloved, Most Glorified, may Your Name be my Compainion, dead or alive.