“Mucizeler, mucizelere inananların başına gelir!”

A story and the moral of the story

In ancient times, two falcons from Arabia were given as a gift to one of the Kings.

These were the most beautiful red-footed falcons which the king had ever seen.

The King gives these valuable birds to the falconer for training.

Months pass by and one day the falconer comes to the King and tells that one of the falcons perfectly flies and dives in the high skies, but the other one does not move from the branch on which it had perched on since the day it came.

Upon this, the King calls for the healers and wizards from all over the country and orders the falcon to be cured, but none of them achieves this.

Then the King gives this duty to those who work in the palace, but when he looks the other they, he sees no change in the falcon.

The King after trying all the methods he knew, thinks as “Maybe I need someone who knows the mountainous regions in order to understand the source of this problem” and orders as:

“Go and bring me a farmer!”

The next morning, the King who sees the falcon flying in the skies is so surprised and orders “bring me the person who achieved this miracle”.

They immediately go, find the farmer and bring him to the King.

The King asks, ”What did you do so the falcon started to fly?”

The farmer shyly answers as follows:

“It is very simple my Majesty. I just cut the branch on which the bird perched.”

We were all created in order to fly, to be aware of the extraordinary potential in us as a human.

But instead of this, we perch on our branches, and hold on to things, which are familiar to us.

There are limitless facilities but most of us don’t even discover what they are.

We live in a familiar surrounding, an area which is comfortable for us and without going beyond the wordly issues.

Due to this reason, our life becomes one, which is far away from excitement, satisfaction.

If so, how about breaking the branches of fear on which we hold on, and let’s leave ourselves to the happiness of flying and freedom?

Quoted from Isha Judd’s book “Why Walk When You Can Fly?”.