By: Dr. Adnan Bozan 

In the depths of history, where the first hands of humans intertwined with clay and the screams of hunger echoed, the greatest illusion was born: that matter is their destiny, and that freedom can be bought. Marx was not wrong when he pointed out the struggle between the classes, but he reduced humanity to the realm of economics, while the truth is far more complex: the struggle is not only between one class and another, but between man and his shadow, between his naked essence and the image imposed on him by the forces controlling the tools of existence.

The freedom that humans dream of is nothing but a new cage painted with the color of desire. They thought that breaking the chains would grant them horizons, but they did not realize that the chains were not metallic; they were woven from the fabric of artificial dreams, from slogans raised, rights bought and sold, and illusions manufactured like commodities in the factories of ideology.

The world is not merely an economic stage; it is a battlefield of dust where man fights with himself, deluding himself that he is moving toward freedom, while in reality, he is running toward new constraints—more alluring, more deceptive. Capitalism has not abolished exploitation; it has reshaped it to become more cunning: the master no longer lashes his servant, but makes him love his servitude, live for it, defend it, and kill for it.

Thus, new slaves are born in factories, offices, and screens, chasing lives they never chose, consuming to feel alive, and working to earn their daily bread, without realizing that their very day was bought by invisible forces—not with money, but with ideas that were injected into their minds since childhood.

Man is not just a tool of production, nor a victim of any specific class; he is a being torn between his false perception of freedom and the truth that he has never truly been free. In this world, freedom is not a gift, nor even a seizure; it is a battle against oneself before it is a confrontation with any authority.

Perhaps Marx did not fully realize this, but he touched the tip of the thread: man is not just an economic being, but a tragedy manifested in every moment—a never-ending struggle between what he owns and what others own, between what he is and what he is forced to be.

So when will this man awaken from his greatest illusion? Or is the dream of freedom itself his final chain?