My long journey of writing and thinking has taught me that: "Nothing is more true than the certainty the spirit has when it is in front of the Truth".
And my own "truth", the one that I have in front of me with my soul and my inner vision, tells me that: Hagia Sophia DID NOT BECOME A MOSQUE AND WILL NEVER BE, although in a little through their speech and presence their own prayer will make it a realization.
Hagia Sophia remains to the hidden depths of its "soul" and to the extreme ends of its spirituality, to the ends of its never forgotten Memory and to the still unexplored energy that hides deep in its bowels, the Hagia Sophia remains for centuries The Sacred Symbol of the World along with its beloved City. It is a Symbol and a "Sacred invincible rock on which the waves of Islam broke upon" for 1123 years and 17 days.
They had their own mosques, their own places of worship. The chroniclers of the time of the Fall spoke with respect for the religious piety of the genuine Muslim, referring to Khalil who was the first general of Muhammad at that time - even if he betrayed his ruler to the emperor.
And I, so small, who was in so much pain while writing my novel, for four whole years sitting for hours in the dark and silent Hagia Sophia, sometimes to cry along with her and sometimes to feel the vibrations from the brutal and bloody events of the three days of the final slaughter, now I say, today, tomorrow, always, until they respect her silence again and give her back the respect they owe her, they should give her back the peace of silence. Until then, there I will be, in the corners where I sat alone and wrote inside me the pages of the historical novel.
I will only put a small paragraph from my book - and I did not know the time I wrote it that I would live it again. It was the moment when the Cross fell from its dome with a huge thud on the 29th of May. And my hero, Porphyrios, says:
“(…) The cross that stood for centuries on the dome of Hagia Sophia fell to the ground with a frightening sound. Christianity was falling apart. The thousand-year-old empire was now surrendered to the foreign god of Islam. And the glorious City was no longer guarded by God. Did the West listen to that creepy thump? Did the pope and the Christian kings, who left the emperor alone and helpless at the last hour of his doom, listen to him? Did they hear him? Or piece by piece, cry by cry, will rule the time to come, disturbing the consciences throughout the centuries".
Today, with its second desecration, I only wish that not only the "Christian kings" but also every civilized person will "listen" to the cry of Hagia Sophia and that they will prevent it with the power of justice.
And one more thing: A lifetime crouched on books and writings, I learned that: "Nothing is lost if it has existed". Everything that has existed, exists throughout the century. There are all those who preferred the honored death on the bloody walls of Agios Romanos, they became martyrs. And martyrs never die, they just lie sleepless. And they are waiting.
This post is for you, my unknown Facebook friend, whether you believe or not. For justice
Posted on Friday, July 24, 2020