Rumi — Kitab Tajul Muluk

“To claim the Crown,” said the guardian, “you must open every cage. But know this: when a voice is freed, it will fly to the one who silenced it. Each bird will enter your father’s heart and sing its pain. He will hear the wail of the widow he cheated, the sob of the orphan he flogged, the cry of the debtor he sold into slavery. He will feel every wound he ever inflicted—as if it were his own.”

Zayn stood there for a long time. He thought of his father’s cold eyes. He thought of the garden he tended—how a broken branch, if held and bound with care, could still blossom. Then, with a hand that did not tremble, he began to open the silver cages. kitab tajul muluk rumi

As for Prince Zayn, he never became Sultan. He returned to his garden. And it is said that on certain still evenings, if you listen closely among the jasmine and rue, you can still hear the faint, sweet songs of freed birds—each one a story, each one a crown. “To claim the Crown,” said the guardian, “you