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00:00Have you ever found yourself caught between your dreams and the expectations your loved ones have of you, my dear friends?
00:07Which one would you choose?
00:09Will you follow your heart or the secure future that society and your family impose on you?
00:15But what if the biggest obstacle is neither poverty nor helplessness?
00:21What would you do if the strongest wall was built by the venomous tongues of those closest to you, your neighbors, your fellow villagers?
00:30How long could you resist this brutal oppression?
00:33This heartbreaking story takes place in a poor village in Izmir in the 1980s.
00:40Hasan Ali, who dreamed of becoming a great poet while tending his cows,
00:45So we will witness how that innocent young man, chasing his dreams, transforms into the guardian of his own soul.
00:52So what do you think might drive a person to break their pen and choose the cold face of iron bars?
00:59What do you think was the real reason behind the relentless pressure from his family and fellow villagers?
01:06We will learn all of this together, dear friends.
01:10Please be sure to share your thoughts on this heartwarming story and where you can follow us from.
01:17If you're ready, we can move on to our heartbreaking story.
01:21Enjoy watching.
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01:38Every footstep echoes between the cold, gray walls,
01:42The bone-chilling smell of dampness and the jarring rumble of iron doors,
01:47It was like background music to Hasan Ali's world.
01:50In the dim light of the corridor, without letting go of the bunch of keys in her hand for a moment,
01:56Its shadow stretched back and forth on the wall.
01:59The expression on his face held neither anger nor compassion.
02:03There was only a deep, bottomless weariness and resignation.
02:08One of the prisoners called out to him through the bars.
02:12Guard, what are you secretly scribbling in that notebook again?
02:16"Or are you writing down our sins?" he said.
02:19Hasan Ali answered without lifting his head or even moving his lips.
02:23This is my list of sins.
02:26"There's no room for yours," he said, and continued walking.
02:30That small, worn notebook was her only refuge within these stone walls.
02:34It contained neither the names of the prisoners nor the shift schedules.
02:39Words imprisoned behind bars,
02:42There were dreams shackled and poems yearning to spread their wings to freedom.
02:47He was not only the guardian of the prisoners, but also of his own dreams.
02:51These cold corridors were the graveyard of his poetic soul.
02:55But it didn't all start this way.
02:58Without these grey walls and rusty iron,
03:01There were days when the sky was bright blue and the earth was fertile.
03:05It all started once in that little village,
03:08It all began with the steps of that innocent child chasing his dreams.
03:18It was the early 1980s.
03:20Time has swept over Türkiye like a steamroller,
03:24While it opens up brand new opportunities for some,
03:27For some, it was marking the beginning of the end.
03:31But for Hasan Ali, life was like a seed just beginning to sprout.
03:36It was all just beginning.
03:38In a small village in Izmir,
03:40a life devoted to the land and livestock,
03:43He was the only child of a poor farming family.
03:46Poverty had permeated the walls of the house where he was born.
03:49It had permeated every moment of his childhood.
03:52Every morning to go to school,
03:54He sets off with the first rays of the sun,
03:57He would traverse miles and miles of winding paths.
03:59Muddy roads, worn-out shoes, and the cloth bag on her shoulder,
04:05It is not an obstacle for him,
04:07It was part of the path to achieving her dreams.
04:10He had only one dream,
04:12To be a great poet.
04:14This dream,
04:15It was a fire burning in her little heart, a fire that never went out.
04:19Whatever he finds,
04:21a piece of newspaper,
04:23a book page,
04:24He would read it without even noticing it was a calendar page.
04:27Words are his closest friends.
04:30They were his most loyal confidants.
04:32He was able to continue his high school education thanks to scholarships provided by the state.
04:36The burden on their shoulders lightened, but their dreams faded even further.
04:40The quietest in the school,
04:42He was the most unassuming of his students.
04:44Her eyes always gazed into the distance,
04:47There was a sad expression on his face.
04:49He had an emotional nature.
04:50It is easily injured.
04:51He was easily pleased.
04:53She lived in her own little world.
04:55Books he borrowed from the library,
04:57They were his most precious treasures.
05:00The pastures where he went to graze a few cows belonging to his family,
05:04It was his reading room.
05:05He takes shelter in the shade of a tree,
05:08on the one hand, they keep an eye on the cows,
05:10Meanwhile, it would get lost between the pages.
05:13The packed lunch that his mother carefully prepared every morning,
05:17It never changed.
05:19It must contain five slices of homemade food.
05:23It would be fragrant village bread.
05:25His mother, waiting at the head of the flock,
05:28for the shepherd dog that faithfully accompanied them,
05:32She would add two extra slices to her parcel.
05:35This is Karabaş's right, my son.
05:38"He gets tired all day too," he said.
05:40But Hasan Ali had a tender heart,
05:43He couldn't bear to see his dog so tired.
05:46He gave two of the five slices of bread that were rightfully his.
05:48She would share it with Karabaş without hesitation.
05:52He gets more tired than me, Mom.
05:55He looks after the whole flock.
05:57that's what he thought to himself.
05:58This small sacrifice,
06:00It was the purest summary of his character.
06:04His compassion, loyalty, and love,
06:07It lived in her heart before it was put into words.
06:10High school years,
06:11in lush green meadows,
06:12accompanied by the sound of cowbells,
06:15It took place in the magical world of books.
06:17Time had flown by like water.
06:20When the university entrance exam results are announced,
06:23only three young people from the village,
06:24He had been able to achieve this great success.
06:26One of them is,
06:28The village's silent poet was Hasan Ali.
06:31University gates,
06:32It had opened the doors to a whole new world for her.
06:35But this new world,
06:37It also brought new challenges.
06:40The crowds of Istanbul,
06:42It was tiring his soul, which had become accustomed to the tranquility of the village.
06:45The scholarships were not enough for her to support herself.
06:48Therefore, he had to spend every moment he had free from his studies working.
06:54He was a proud young man,
06:55He didn't want to be a further burden on his family.
06:59He started his business life selling books from a mobile stall.
07:03Books are what he knows best.
07:05They were his favorite things.
07:07When selling them,
07:09In fact, he was offering people a piece of his own dreams.
07:13Then things changed.
07:15Plates on the counter,
07:17bowl,
07:17Glassware items such as glasses were also added.
07:20He can sell,
07:22He was selling whatever he could find to earn a few pennies.
07:25Not from the burden they carry on their shoulders,
07:27He was tired of the responsibilities of life.
07:30His mother and father,
07:32They would send him whatever money they could save from the milk they got from their cows.
07:37However, in a metropolis like Istanbul, this amount of money was insignificant.
07:42Hasan Ali had to work.
07:44This necessity, over time, further strengthened his character.
07:49When he started making more money than he expected from selling at his mobile stall,
07:54He had stopped taking money from his family and had even started supporting them.
08:00He regularly sent money to his mother and father in the village every month.
08:04This was his greatest source of pride.
08:09He knew these jobs were temporary.
08:12The fire of his desire to be a poet had never gone out.
08:15But the reality that being a poet didn't put food on the table hit him like a bitter slap in the face.
08:21Like every young person, he needed to secure his future.
08:25The insured person needed a regular job.
08:29However, the fact that he is still a university student and has not yet completed his military service,
08:34These were the biggest obstacles to him finding a permanent job.
08:38No one wanted to trust him and give him a job under those conditions.
08:43Istanbul was undoubtedly a city of opportunity.
08:46For a hardworking, determined young man, especially one from a village, nothing was impossible.
08:53But Hasan Ali carried the responsibility not only for his own future, but also for his family.
09:00Their suffering, which had lasted for years, had to come to an end.
09:04His greatest debt was to provide them with a comfortable old age.
09:08With these thoughts in mind, he held on even more tightly to his passion for writing.
09:13To the leading literary magazines of the time,
09:16He began sending the poems and writings he had written by staying up sleepless nights.
09:21Initially, they received no payment for their labor.
09:27However, his sincere and powerful writing was quickly noticed.
09:31The emotion in his words touched the reader's heart.
09:36His talent did not go unnoticed by the magazine editors.
09:39He soon began receiving small royalties for his published poems and articles.
09:46This meant much more than just money to him.
09:49This was the first sign that her dreams were coming true.
09:54This success wasn't enough for him.
09:56Using his intelligence and unique connection with words,
09:59He started creating puzzles for newspapers and magazines.
10:03Technology wasn't as advanced back then.
10:06Everything was made by hand, with meticulous care.
10:09The puzzle drafts he prepared,
10:12It is handed over to craftsmen called typesetters,
10:15They also created pages using lead type on typesetting machines.
10:20This arduous process further fueled Hasan Ali's creativity.
10:25The clever puzzles prepared by Hasan Ali,
10:28Cartoon essays full of subtle humor and insightful writings,
10:32It has gradually begun to be discussed in literary and journalistic circles.
10:36His name was spreading by word of mouth through the grapevine.
10:40One day, the phone rang that would change the course of his life.
10:45Arayan was one of the greatest and most respected columnists of that era.
10:51He said he followed Hasan Ali's writings and greatly admired his style.
10:55Then he asked that magic question.
10:58He wanted to dedicate a column for her in his own newspaper,
11:02He asked if he could write regularly.
11:06Hasan Ali's heart was pounding in his chest.
11:09He accepted the offer without a moment's hesitation.
11:12The dream she had cherished for years had suddenly come true.
11:17He is no longer just a poet,
11:19He was also a writer who had his own column in a newspaper.
11:22And of course, he would have a regular salary and insurance.
11:26He was overjoyed the day he received his first paycheck.
11:30The first job he did with that money was with the girl he shared a house with in university
11:34His goal was to treat his friends, who were also struggling to get an education, to an unforgettable feast.
11:40She had set the table and prepared the finest dishes with her own hands.
11:45From that day on, she took on the majority of the household expenses alone.
11:50He was now proudly sending a considerable amount of money to his family.
11:55The roofs of the houses in the village will be repaired.
11:58Her mother's old kitchen utensils were going to be replaced.
12:02Hasan Ali was at the pinnacle of happiness and success.
12:06The sky was a deep blue, and their hopes were a vibrant green.
12:10All the grayness of Istanbul paled in comparison to the colors within it.
12:15That shy, quiet child who came from the village,
12:18now able to touch your dreams,
12:20He had become a young man who could stand on his own two feet.
12:23But there was something he didn't know.
12:26The line between dreams and reality,
12:29Sometimes it was as sharp as a knife's edge.
12:32And walking that line wouldn't always be easy.
12:37Especially your roots,
12:39And in that little village that always draws you to the land.
12:44The grey chaos of Istanbul,
12:46For Hasan Ali, it was no longer a notebook
12:48It was as clear as its white pages.
12:51Inspiration at every corner,
12:53He found a story in every face.
12:55His column in the newspaper,
12:57It had become his lifeline, his anchor in the city and in life.
13:00Writing makes you feel free.
13:01He breathed through words.
13:03His poems,
13:05They were like pearls he had plucked from the deepest depths of his soul.
13:08And it shone in the pages of literary magazines.
13:11Life had finally smiled upon him.
13:14She responded to life with her most sincere smile.
13:18That little house she shared with her friends,
13:20It is no longer a shelter,
13:23It was a home where laughter and hope blossomed.
13:26The money he sent to his family,
13:28how it made their lives easier,
13:31He could tell from the happiness in his mother's voice.
13:34Everything seemed fine.
13:36Like the perfect calm before the storm,
13:39Everything was in perfect tranquility.
13:42But there was something he didn't know.
13:44In that small village where his roots lie,
13:47not by whispering his name,
13:49He began to be remembered amidst a storm of gossip.
13:53And that storm,
13:54It would soon reach its peaceful harbor in Istanbul.
13:58It all started with the fact that, at that time, working as a civil servant was seen as practically a recipe for salvation.
14:03For people in the village who understand the language of the land and the animals.
14:07Working for a government position was the highest rank one could attain.
14:12Being a civil servant means having a secure job.
14:14a regular salary, respect in society, and most importantly,
14:17It meant the end of worries about the future.
14:20A young person attending university,
14:22It was unthinkable that he wouldn't become a civil servant after receiving his diploma.
14:26This is practically a disgrace committed against the family and society.
14:29It would be perceived as an act of ingratitude.
14:31People shouldn't be offended by this point of view.
14:34For them, the world was limited to what they knew and saw.
14:38For a father who only left the village for military service or official business,
14:43his son sitting at a desk in a government office,
14:47It was equivalent to a kingdom.
14:49Parents whose children are civil servants feel a sense of pride.
14:52They walked with their heads held high in the village.
14:54They rejoiced as if they possessed all the treasures of the world.
14:57But Hasan Ali's dreams couldn't be confined within these narrow frameworks.
15:02He wanted to be at the beginning of a sentence, not at the beginning of a table.
15:05He was now a writer, a poet.
15:08In a place like Istanbul,
15:10He had his own column in one of the country's largest newspapers.
15:15His poems were published in the most prestigious literary magazines of the time.
15:19This was an achievement beyond even the wildest dreams of a young person.
15:23But this success didn't fit the standards of the village.
15:27Pressure from relatives and villagers,
15:30Like a sly snake, he first whispered into the ears of his family,
15:33Then it began to seep into his heart.
15:35Nobody in the village knew about Hasan Ali's success at the newspaper.
15:39He didn't talk about his writings or his poems.
15:42For them, all of this was pointless.
15:45At the village café, by the fountain, at the edge of the field, there was only one topic of conversation.
15:49After graduating from school, was he going to become a newspaper delivery person instead of a civil servant?
15:54That's what they were saying about Hasan Ali.
15:56They didn't know what it meant to be a writer, a poet, or a journalist.
16:01They didn't want to know.
16:02All they knew was guaranteed jobs.
16:05It was a government office.
16:07No one had asked Hasan Ali for his opinion.
16:09But everyone felt entitled to form an opinion about his life.
16:14In the village, everyone who had no business interfering began to exert relentless neighborhood pressure on Hasan Ali's family.
16:22The women didn't hesitate to confront her mother at the fountain and use their venomous tongues.
16:28At this rate, no mother of a girl will give her daughter to your son.
16:32Despite spending all those years studying in that huge city, he couldn't become a civil servant.
16:37Has your son started playing with pen and paper?
16:39Is he incompetent or completely insane?
16:42Honestly, your son stayed home, just so you know!
16:46They were saying.
16:47The poor woman returned home every day in tears, unable to confide in anyone.
16:54The men of the village were also gathered around his father in the coffeehouse.
16:57Their language was even sharper.
16:59Your son has completely lost his mind.
17:02His name is in the newspaper, we saw it.
17:04He started talking nonsense.
17:06He speaks of the earth, he speaks of love, he speaks of bread, he speaks of salt.
17:10These are not safe words.
17:12You'll get yourself into serious trouble, consider yourself warned.
17:15Just imagine, how great it would be if he were a civil servant.
17:18Everyone's needs were met.
17:20Did we have any contacts in the government?
17:22"Not just you, nobody in this village ever got defeated," they used to say.
17:26These words are not just simple gossip,
17:29It was also a threat, an expectation, and a manifesto of jealousy.
17:33Hasan Ali's parents could no longer endure this relentless pressure.
17:39While they longed to be proud of their son's success, they were instead filled with shame and fear every day.
17:47They didn't understand their sons' world.
17:49The only truth they knew was the cruel judgments of the village they lived in.
17:55Eventually, this cycle of pressure forced them to make a decision.
18:00They went to the village imam.
18:01They had no choice but to have their sons write them a letter expressing their feelings and speaking in the village dialect.
18:09The letter, written by the imam with his flickering hand in the light of a sooty lamp,
18:13When he set off towards Istanbul, he wasn't just carrying a piece of paper,
18:17It was also a harbinger of a family's despair and a blow to a young man's dreams.
18:23The letter read as follows:
18:25My dearest son, the light of my eyes, Hasan Halim.
18:29Ananda and I are doing well, thank God.
18:31How are you, are you well?
18:33Son, people aren't saying anything good about you here.
18:36They say you've become an anarchist.
18:38What kind of work do you do there?
18:41Is the money you sent us haram (forbidden in Islam)?
18:44Look son, because of these things you've been saying, nobody will give their daughter to you anymore.
18:48The whole village is talking about you, your mother can't sleep, and I'm speechless from answering them all.
18:55Please, my son, go and get a job at the government's door and silence the tongues of these people.
19:01Save us from this trouble too.
19:03Your mother and father.
19:05When Hasan Ali picked up the letter from the post office and arrived home, he felt a warmth of longing for his family.
19:13He excitedly tore open the envelope.
19:14As she began to read the lines, the smile on her face slowly froze.
19:20Each word was like a shard of glass piercing his heart.
19:25When the letter was finished, all she was left with was a crumpled piece of paper and a deep wound in her soul.
19:32He was very upset.
19:33But he was more upset that his family had fallen into this situation, that they were so helpless.
19:39No matter what he tells them, no matter how hard he tries to explain,
19:44He knew his family would be looking to the villagers for guidance.
19:48They were trapped within that merciless system.
19:52You couldn't blame Hasan Ali's family.
19:55The village conditions of that period, the helplessness brought about by lack of education, and most importantly,
20:01One had to imagine the poisonous oppression of the heartless, envious, and self-serving peasants.
20:09They were two innocent people who were simply trying to protect their children but didn't know how to do it.
20:17Hasan Ali couldn't sleep that night until morning.
20:21For the first time, the lights of Istanbul seemed so meaningless and cold to him.
20:25On one side were her dreams, painstakingly built with countless hours of effort, her pen, her writing style, her poems.
20:31On the other hand, there is the one who brought him into the world, who made every sacrifice for him,
20:38Now, her mother and father are crushed under the pressure of society.
20:43He had to make a choice.
20:45Her own happiness or the peace of her family?
20:49For a kind-hearted young man as devoted to his family as him, the answer to that question was actually obvious.
20:56For these reasons, and for some reasons deep within his heart that we may never fully understand,
21:04As soon as Hasan Ali graduated from university, he turned his back on his dreams.
21:08He gave up his column in the newspaper.
21:11He stopped submitting poems to literary magazines.
21:13And he applied to take the civil service exams.
21:16The poet had broken his pen and buried his words within himself.
21:20The exams were fine; he easily passed many of them with his knowledge and intelligence.
21:25But back then, simply passing the exam wasn't enough to get a good civil service job.
21:30It was impossible to reach high positions without a powerful connection or strong favoritism.
21:35Everyone's place was determined even before the exams were held.
21:39Hasan Ali had no one to stand behind him, neither in the village nor in the city.
21:44He applied everywhere.
21:46He applied for positions even in the most remote locations, places nobody else wanted.
21:51Finally, he passed the exam of an institution that nobody really cared about.
21:56He had passed the exam administered by the General Directorate of Prisons and Detention Centers, which is affiliated with the Ministry of Justice.
22:03From that day forward, the poet Hasan Ali became the prison guard Hasan Ali.
22:07When the news reached the village, his family experienced a moment of joy.
22:13His sons were now civil servants.
22:15They would walk around the village with their heads held high.
22:18Everyone was going to shut their mouths.
22:20But they were wrong.
22:22Those venomous tongues weren't looking for an excuse to be silent, but rather to unleash new poisons.
22:28New gossip had already started in the village café.
22:31So, out of all things, your son became a prison guard?
22:34Oh dear!
22:36Those who studied abroad apparently became civil servants in warm, comfortable rooms at the government building.
22:40Did they deem yours worthy of prison because he uttered those anarchic words?
22:44Your son has done himself a disservice.
22:46All that studying was for nothing.
22:49Hasan Ali's family's joy was once again short-lived.
22:53The storm hadn't subsided; it had only changed direction.
22:56And Hasan Ali realized from the very first day he was appointed that he hadn't actually figured anything out,
23:02He was beginning to understand, in a painful way, that he had sacrificed not only his own dreams but also the peace of his family.
23:10During his first shift behind bars, he saw neither the prisoners nor the walls.
23:16He watched his own soul struggling for life behind the bars.
23:22Years are like the notches a prisoner patiently traces behind bars,
23:27It left a deep mark on Hasan Ali's soul as well.
23:30That fresh, hopeful spring of his youth,
23:33It had turned into a winter within the prison's bleak walls.
23:36There was no trace of that old, dreamy expression on his face anymore.
23:41The delicate, poetic sparkle in her eyes had faded,
23:44In its place, a dull, expressionless emptiness, a consequence of his profession, had settled.
23:49Every day he walks through the same corridors, hears the sound of the same iron doors,
23:53He was looking at the same hopeless faces.
23:56He had become a part of this mass of iron and concrete.
24:00The other guards found him strange.
24:02It was silent.
24:03He doesn't have unnecessary conversations with anyone; as soon as his shift ends,
24:08He would retreat to his small room in the staff quarters.
24:10To them, Hasan Ali was just a soulless bureaucrat, nothing more, nothing less, simply doing his job.
24:16But there was something they didn't know.
24:19When the door of that small room closed, the guard Hasan Ali died,
24:23The poet Hasan Ali would be reborn.
24:26That small, worn notebook was her only confidant, her only rebellion.
24:31When everyone is asleep at night,
24:34sitting at a small table, in the flickering light of a bulb,
24:38He would release, one by one, the words he had imprisoned within himself.
24:41But his poems no longer spoke of love or spring.
24:46The smell of rust, the shadow of bars, the coldness of dampness permeated his verses.
24:52She wrote about lost dreams, a sacrificed life, and the silent screams behind the walls.
24:58He was no longer just the guardian of the prisoners, but also of these sorrowful poems.
25:04He hid them from everyone and everything, never allowing them to see the light of day.
25:11He was merely an innocent man, the guard standing watch over his own imprisoned dreams.
25:18Years passed by like this.
25:21Behind iron bars, Hasan Ali guards his own dreams.
25:27Life was flowing by outside.
25:29One day while he was on duty, the manager called him into his office.
25:33He had a telegram in his hand.
25:35It came from the village headman.
25:37It was short and to the point.
25:39"Your father is seriously ill, come immediately," it read.
25:43The keys in Hasan Ali's hand fell to the ground.
25:47At that moment, a fear he hadn't felt in years gripped his heart like an icy hand.
25:53He took his annual leave and set off in a hurry.
25:56After a long and tiring bus journey,
26:00He boarded a minibus going to Izmir, and from there to his village.
26:04As he looked out the window, he saw the fields where he spent his childhood.
26:09The pastures where he used to graze his cows passed before his eyes, one by one.
26:13But now those sights brought her pain, not peace.
26:18Every corner was like a monument reminding him of what he had lost.
26:23When he arrived at his village, he found his father bedridden, a mere emaciation.
26:29The strong man who worked tirelessly in the fields for hours was gone.
26:35He was replaced by an exhausted old man who could barely breathe.
26:40When he saw his father, Hasan Ali, a smile spread across his pale face.
26:45With her weak hand, she held her son's hand.
26:48"Welcome, son," she whispered.
26:51Hasan Ali couldn't bear to see his father in that state.
26:54She couldn't hold back her tears.
26:56He kissed his father's hand and hugged him tightly.
26:59He didn't leave her bedside for days.
27:02They looked after his father together with his mother.
27:04But his father's condition was getting worse every day.
27:08One evening his father called him to his side.
27:12He opened his eyes with difficulty and began to speak.
27:15My son, the fact that I saw you educated and become a civil servant is enough for me.
27:21Don't listen to what the villagers say.
27:23They are ignorant, you are an educated man.
27:26Don't act according to what they say, he told me.
27:29These words pierced Hasan Ali's heart like a dagger.
27:33His father knows that the villagers are the main reason he's in this state.
27:38Perhaps he was feeling guilty.
27:40But it was too late.
27:42Then he took a deep breath and delivered his final will.
27:46But I have something to tell you.
27:48A person will inevitably have a means of transportation in this world.
27:51Will you pick them up?
27:53May you be free from worldly constraints, and never be dependent on others.
27:56Don't let the sun get to your head.
27:58Stop under a roof.
28:01It was a car that Hasan Ali's father referred to as his vehicle.
28:04What he means by "the world" is a house to live in.
28:07His father, his son's future,
28:09He wanted her to be comfortable on a path she herself couldn't take.
28:13Hasan Ali could only nod his head.
28:16He didn't have the strength to speak.
28:18Two days after that night,
28:20Before Hasan Ali's leave was even over,
28:23His father quietly passed away.
28:26He had entrusted yet another loved one to the village cemetery.
28:30First, your dreams,
28:31She had just buried her father.
28:33The pain was immense.
28:36After the funeral,
28:37his mother in this village,
28:38She didn't want to leave him alone with those memories and, most importantly, with those bad people.
28:44Mother,
28:45Come, let's go.
28:47What do you do here all alone?
28:49I'll take care of you.
28:50We live together.
28:52He said.
28:53But her mother,
28:54from these lands to which he dedicated years of his life,
28:56She didn't want to leave her husband's grave.
28:59I'll stay here, son.
29:01Don't think about me.
29:03I don't know any place other than my village.
29:05I can't manage there.
29:06he said.
29:07No matter how much Hasan Ali insisted, he couldn't convince his mother.
29:10He couldn't feel at ease.
29:13He requested a transfer to the place where he was working.
29:15Maybe I'll be assigned somewhere closer to Izmir.
29:18He thought it would be easier to visit his mother that way.
29:21But the transfer request was never approved.
29:25He was confined behind iron bars.
29:27And her mother was behind the invisible bars of the village.
29:31When his leave is over
29:33leaving behind a broken heart and a tearful mother,
29:37He was forced to return to those cold walls once again.
29:41As the minibus drove away from the village,
29:43The silhouette of his mother standing in front of their house grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.
29:48And finally, it disappeared from sight.
29:51For the first time in his life, Hasan Ali felt so helpless, so alone.
29:57His father's last words echoed in his ears.
30:01Mounts and steeds.
30:03He felt as if he had neither a place to go nor a roof over his head.
30:09Its soul was already homeless.
30:11Meanwhile, the village's venomous tongues were not idle.
30:15The moment Hasan Ali left the village, gossip had already begun in the coffee shop.
30:21Instead of understanding his helplessness and suffering, the villagers couldn't resist making their own dark interpretations.
30:29What kind of son is this Hasan Ali?
30:33"He leaves his mother all alone here while he enjoys himself in foreign lands," they said.
30:39They even went further, making slanderous accusations that would tarnish the honor of a child, accusations that we cannot even bring ourselves to repeat here.
30:48These rumors, like ashes scattered by the wind, would eventually settle somewhere and burn and devastate the place they landed.
30:59Hasan Ali's world was no longer limited to gray walls and iron bars.
31:04His mind had transformed into an even darker prison, echoing with the poisonous whispers of his village.
31:11During the day, he performed his duties like an automaton, but at night, he was tormented by the thought of his mother's loneliness.
31:18Her heart raced with every phone call, fearing she would receive bad news.
31:23The stigma of being an ungrateful son, abandoning his mother while her son enjoyed himself in foreign lands, was like an invisible stain on his forehead.
31:31He knew that no matter what he did, he could never cleanse this stain, that the villagers' conscience would never absolve him.
31:38But the thought that his mother had to face these accusations every day, that she had to live in the shadow of this cruel labeling, was eating him up inside.
31:48After a few weeks in this mood, the phone she dreaded finally rang.
31:55The caller was neither his mother nor a relative.
31:58The voice on the other end of the line belonged to the village headman.
32:02The imam was also with him.
32:04The village headman's voice was both embarrassed and anxious.
32:08"How are you, my son Hasan Ali?" he began.
32:11Hasan Ali's heart began to beat rapidly.
32:14"I'm fine, headman, how are you? Is my mother alright? Did something happen?" he asked anxiously.
32:20The village headman let out a deep sigh.
32:22"Your mother is fine, thankfully physically well. But how should I put it?"
32:27He said, then paused. The imam took the phone.
32:29"Hasan Ali, my son, we know you. We know what a good son you are, and how you take care of your family."
32:37But this villager just can't keep his mouth shut. He's not a sack that you can tie shut.
32:42They keep talking behind your mother's back, talking about you.
32:46They make that poor woman cry every day.
32:48We were also disturbed by this situation.
32:50Think of a solution, my son.
32:51"Either request a transfer again, forcefully. Or find a way to take your mother with you. Your mother is constantly in tears."
33:00Our hearts can't take it anymore.''
33:02When the phone call ended, Hasan Ali was left standing there with the receiver in his hand.
33:08What they heard hit them like a slap in the face.
33:11Knowing that his mother cried every day, the weight of causing her sorrow, was the heaviest burden on his shoulders.
33:19He knew that even if he requested a transfer, it wouldn't happen.
33:23His mother, however, would never leave that village, or her husband's grave, to come to Istanbul or to this foreign city where he was stationed.
33:31A flash of insight struck him at that moment. The walls were closing in on him.
33:36The corridors were narrowing, the iron doors tightening around his throat.
33:40On one side was the civil service job the state had given him, a job for which his family had sacrificed their dreams.
33:46On the other hand, there is his mother, for whom he would do anything, for whom he would set the world on fire at the sight of a single tear.
33:54Only one option remained. There was no other way.
33:58That day, Hasan Ali made the most difficult decision of his life.
34:02He went to the manager's office.
34:04Her face was pale, her eyes determined.
34:06He placed his resignation letter on the table.
34:09The manager asked in surprise, "What's wrong, Hasan Ali? Is there a problem? Why are you resigning?"
34:18Hasan Ali said, "It's just personal reasons, sir, I need to return to my village."
34:25No matter how much he insisted, the manager received no other answer from Hasan Ali.
34:29The necessary procedures were completed quickly.
34:32Hasan Ali placed the heavy keys he had carried for years, and the gray uniform, on the table for the last time.
34:39He packed a few belongings from his quarters into a small bag and walked out through the prison's large iron gate for the last time.
34:47He was no longer a poet, nor a prison guard.
34:50He was now just a son who had given up everything to dry his mother's tears.
34:57When he returned to his village, he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
35:02His mother was surprised and delighted to see him.
35:05"Welcome home, son, did you get permission again?" he asked.
35:10Hasan Ali kissed his mother's tired hands.
35:13"I didn't ask for leave, Mom, I'm here forever now, I resigned. I will never leave you alone again," he said.
35:19Her mother was speechless for a moment.
35:22When she heard that her son had quit his job for her, she was both saddened and, deep down, felt a sense of peace knowing that her loneliness was over.
35:29He found it.
35:30But even Hasan Ali's sacrifice wasn't enough to satisfy the villagers.
35:34They had found new material for their venomous tongues.
35:39The rumor mill started spinning faster than it used to.
35:43"Did you see that?"
35:44"They were saying, 'He left his wonderful job as a civil servant and came here to be a cowherd.'"
35:50But that wasn't all.
35:52They were writing new scenarios in their own dark minds.
35:56Either he's not smart enough to do that job, he couldn't handle being a civil servant.
35:59He was either caught accepting bribes or resigned before being fired.
36:02Or perhaps it was already anarchic.
36:05They dismissed him from his government job.
36:07''Resignation and all that is just a story.''
36:09There's definitely something else going on here.
36:11Maybe he's been fooling us all for years by pretending to be our prison guard.
36:15He served time in prison for anarchism and just got out.
36:18The village headman and the village imam were unable to stop these vile rumors.
36:24These slanders, like a foul smell carried by the wind, eventually reached Hasan Ali and his mother's noses.
36:32His mother couldn't bear these vile slanders and heartless accusations leveled against her son.
36:38The fact that his son's sacrifice for him was met with such vileness was the final blow to his old and weary heart.
36:49One evening, after hearing what was being said about her son, she suddenly fell ill.
36:56Before Hasan Ali could understand what was happening, his mother had collapsed where she stood.
37:02They called a doctor.
37:04The diagnosis was painful.
37:06Hasan Ali's mother had suffered a blood clot in her brain due to grief.
37:12The left side of his body was paralyzed, and he had lost his ability to speak.
37:18From that day on, a completely new and more challenging life began for Hasan Ali.
37:22She now had a paralyzed mother who was bedridden, unable to speak, and unable to meet her own needs independently.
37:28He spent the whole day looking at her.
37:31Because he couldn't leave his mother alone for a single moment, he couldn't even take care of the few animals his father had left him.
37:38He was so preoccupied with animals that he couldn't pay attention to his mother.
37:42While he was writhing in this despair, not a single one of the villagers who spread those rumors knocked on his door.
37:49He didn't ask, "Get well soon, do you need anything?"
37:53They had left them entirely to their own fate.
37:56It was as if two lepers were living in that house.
37:59As Hasan Ali looked into his mother's lifeless eyes, he cursed the people who had caused them to be in this state.
38:06He was accumulating an indescribable anger and hatred inside.
38:10But there was nothing he could do.
38:13This challenging process lasted several months.
38:16Hasan Ali was exhausted from taking care of both his mother and the household chores all by himself.
38:22One morning, when he entered his mother's room to feed her her soup, he found her lifeless body.
38:29That night, her mother had quietly passed away in her sleep.
38:35After his father's death, his mother's death deeply affected Hasan Ali.
38:39Now she was completely alone in the world.
38:42The last lifeline connecting him to life had been severed.
38:46Even at his mother's funeral, only a few elderly people, the village headman, and the imam attended from the village.
38:51That day, after burying his mother next to his father, it was as if Hasan Ali had gone underground with them.
39:00From that day forward, the old, sensitive, compassionate Hasan Ali died.
39:06His mother's death had withered the last remaining sprout in Hasan Ali's soul.
39:12She neither wrote nor cried anymore.
39:15His tear ducts had dried up, and his heart had become hardened.
39:19He stopped stepping outside the house.
39:22The fertile garden he inherited from his father has been invaded by weeds.
39:27The plaster on the walls of the house started to fall off.
39:30Hasan Ali wandered around the house, filled with memories, like a living ghost.
39:37In the eyes of the villagers, he was now a complete madman.
39:41They had begun to invent new, even more terrifying legends about him.
39:45From that day on, Hasan Ali stopped speaking a single word to anyone in the village.
39:50He didn't need to talk.
39:52There was no one left who understood him.
39:54He knew he had to do something to survive.
39:57He started making cheese and yogurt with the milk he got from the few remaining cows and goats.
40:03Once a week, he would head to the town with the produce he carried on his back.
40:07With the few pennies he earned from selling milk and cheese, he was able to meet the basic needs of his household.
40:12But she always returned with three things in her bag that were more important than basic necessities.
40:18Paper, a pen, and a few books to read.
40:20When the village fell into a deep silence at night, in the flickering light of that little gas lamp,
40:27He was setting his words free again from that prison no one knew about, no one saw.
40:34Writing was his way of breathing.
40:38On another trip to a district, something happened in the minibus he was riding in.
40:42The minibus was full of several women and men from the village.
40:46Hasan Ali was sitting in the back seat, by the window, silently watching the road.
40:51The others started talking loudly about him, as if he wasn't there, as if he were deaf and mute.
41:00One of the women said to the one next to her, "Did you see the madman?"
41:04He picked up pen and paper again.
41:06Good heavens, this child has completely lost his mind while in school, he said.
41:12Another person chimed in.
41:15They say it was a surprise visit.
41:16He would wander around in dangerous places at night.
41:20They probably beat his mother up because of Hasan Ali.
41:23"That poor woman was paralyzed," he said.
41:26An old man called out from front to back.
41:29Hasan Ali also went mad from that day on.
41:32He'll be of no use to the village or to himself anymore.
41:35He destroyed not only himself, but also his mother and father.
41:38It wouldn't benefit us, it would only harm us.
41:40Hasan Ali heard every single word of these conversations.
41:45But he didn't even turn his head to answer.
41:48There was neither anger nor sadness on his face.
41:52He simply continued to stare blankly, expressionlessly, out the window.
41:57She no longer had the strength to answer them or defend herself.
42:03Deep down, perhaps, he was thinking something like this.
42:18Perhaps this was a shield of solitude that he had chosen for himself.
42:23Their insults were now like ineffective pebbles bouncing off this armor.
42:29While Hasan Ali lived a life of exile, alone with his words in his own small, dilapidated world, something was happening in Istanbul that he was unaware of.
42:40His old friends, those from university and his newspaper days, who never forgot him, were worried about his silence and disappearance.
42:50They hadn't heard from him for years.
42:53Finally, after much effort, a former editor friend managed to track him down.
42:58He reached his village and that heartbreaking story.
43:02He felt great sadness and remorse when he learned what Hasan Ali had gone through.
43:07He had witnessed how that brilliant mind, that delicate pen, had been wasted.
43:13He immediately gathered all their mutual friends together.
43:15"We must pull Hasan Ali out of this bottomless pit," he said.
43:21We cannot allow a poet like him to be forgotten.
43:26Ideas were flying around.
43:28They finally settled on the most meaningful option.
43:31They wanted to appreciate Hasan Ali while he was still alive, to give him the greatest gift.
43:37They will collect his poems that were published in literary magazines years ago, and his articles that appeared in newspapers.
43:43They were going to bring them together in a book.
43:46Furthermore, not only that, but in one of the most prestigious literary magazines of the time,
43:52They were going to prepare a special issue entirely dedicated to him.
43:56These were their debts of gratitude to him.
44:00This was the perfect answer to those venomous-tongued villagers and to everyone who didn't understand him.
44:07Preparations began with great secrecy and excitement.
44:10Old magazines were searched, articles were found, and his friends wrote down their memories of him.
44:16The most beautiful photograph was chosen for the book cover.
44:20A photograph from his university years, of that young man with smiling, hopeful eyes.
44:27Everything was ready.
44:29The book had been printed, and the special issue of the magazine had come off the printing press.
44:33Now only one thing remained.
44:35To deliver this magnificent surprise, this long-overdue justice, to its rightful owner, the prison guard and poet Hasan Ali.
44:43But they didn't know.
44:45Perhaps this book and special issue of the magazine dedicated to Hasan Ali would no longer mean anything to him.
44:52Because he was a man whose dreams had been stolen from him.
44:56He was just an innocent man, guarded by a watchful eye as his own dreams were imprisoned inside.
45:02And sometimes, even the best news, when it arrives much later than it should, can become a deeper wound than a comfort.
45:12In the sleepless chaos of Istanbul, three men sat around a table in a dusty, shelving-filled room of an old publishing house.
45:21One is the devoted editor who first discovered Hasan Ali's writings, and the other two are the closest friends with whom he shared his university years, dreams, and livelihood.
45:31They were close friends.
45:32In the middle lay a small pile of aged magazines and newspaper clippings.
45:38These were tangible proofs of the dreams Hasan Ali had buried during his lost years.
45:43After a long and arduous search, they had found his whereabouts and heard his heartbreaking story from the village headman.
45:51Every detail they heard struck their hearts like a burning ember.
45:55As we learned how that brilliant young man, that hopeful poet, had gradually turned into a wreck, the silence in the room grew heavier.
46:05One of his friends slammed his fist on the table,
46:07"We cannot allow this," he said.
46:09"That village, those ignorant people, stole his life."
46:13While we live comfortably here, he doesn't deserve to live like a madman over there."
46:18The editor glanced at them over his glasses.
46:22His face was sorrowful.
46:24"You're right," he said.
46:25"We are also to blame. We forgot about it."
46:28We were preoccupied with our own problems and didn't call or check on each other.
46:31Now is the time to do something.''
46:33Ideas were flying around.
46:35Sending her money, trying to bring her to Istanbul.
46:38But they knew that Hasan Ali's wound wouldn't heal with money or a change of scenery.
46:45His honor was broken, his spirit killed.
46:49They needed to restore his reputation.
46:52They needed to remind the village that had consumed him, and the whole world, who he was.
46:58And at that moment, in that dusty room, a project of loyalty was born.
47:02They were going to collect all of Hasan Ali's published poems and writings.
47:07They were going to carefully gather these together and publish them in a book.
47:12And that's not all.
47:13It would cause a sensation in the literary world, in one of the most prestigious magazines of the time.
47:19They were going to prepare a special issue entirely dedicated to Hasan Ali.
47:24In that issue, his friends will write their memories of him.
47:28Academics will analyze his poems.
47:31His immense talent was going to be explained.
47:34This would be the most honorable and literary slap in the face to those poisonous tongues and heartless hearts.
47:42This idea excited them all.
47:46From that day on, a flurry of activity began.
47:50The archives were searched, old issues were found, and the articles were collected one by one.
47:55The book cover design was left in my university yearbook.
47:59They chose that hopeful photograph of Hasan Ali, with a smile in his eyes.
48:04Everything was a tribute to his lost soul.
48:08While all this is happening, hundreds of kilometers away,
48:12In that small Aegean village, Hasan Ali had no idea what was going on.
48:16His world was the walls of his ruined house,
48:19faded photographs left behind by her mother and father
48:23And at night, it consisted only of blank pages that were its confidants.
48:26He had lost all sense of time.
48:29He wakes up with the sunrise, looks after his few animals,
48:32Then she would sink back into the silence of her home.
48:36The villagers change their path when they see him.
48:39The children were shouting "Madman, madman" after him.
48:43Yet he neither looked at them nor said a single word.
48:47It was as if he had stepped inside an invisible suit of armor.
48:49This armor protected him from further injury.
48:54At night, in the flickering light of the gas lamp, he would doodle in his old notebook.
49:00But there was neither hope nor love left in his verses anymore.
49:04There was only the smell of the earth, the color of loneliness, and the silence of death.
49:10Writing is not an end in itself for him,
49:13It had become an involuntary action, like breathing.
49:16After his friends in Istanbul printed the book and the magazine
49:21to visit him in the village,
49:23They planned to give him this big surprise with their own hands.
49:27Perhaps this will be a new beginning for him.
49:31that's what they were hoping for.
49:33Perhaps it would rise again from the ashes.
49:35But perhaps they were wrong.
49:37This book and special issue of the magazine will be published in honor of Hasan Ali.
49:41It probably wouldn't mean anything to him anymore.
49:45After those applauses were no longer heard,
49:48long after the lights went out
49:49He was like a theater actor invited onto the stage.
49:53The play was over, and the audience had dispersed.
49:57Hasan Ali gave up on his dreams,
50:00He chose this life himself, listening to what the villagers said.
50:03Yes, perhaps you could blame Hasan Ali.
50:06You know that famous saying,
50:08Doesn't the thief bear any responsibility at all?
50:11Of course, he also played a part in his own fate.
50:13But there was another side to the coin.
50:17Those who brought him to this state,
50:18those who stole those innocent dreams,
50:21those who bury a soul alive
50:23Didn't he have any fault at all, my dear friends?
50:26Those brilliant pages prepared in his name in Istanbul,
50:29into his dark and ruined world in the village
50:32It was like a beam of light that could never reach.
50:35Because Hasan Ali was now a man whose dreams had been stolen from him.
50:41He was imprisoned in his own dreams and memories,
50:44inside that dilapidated house,
50:47He was nothing more than a madman guarding them.
50:51He is in the prison of his own soul,
50:54a prisoner serving a life sentence,
50:55He was a prison guard for life.
50:57He's just an innocent person.
51:00And he was only mourning the poet Hasan Ali,
51:03He was a shadow of the guard, Hasan Ali.
51:07Yes, dear friends,
51:09Life, unfortunately, is a place of ignorance and jealousy.
51:12entwining around a soul like poisonous ivy,
51:15how you dried it
51:17and having to guard their own dreams
51:20It is filled with the heartbreaking stories of innocent people.
51:24This story teaches us that the tongue has no bones.
51:27But we saw how it can shatter a heart into pieces.
51:32Certainly,
51:33Hasan Ali was also very weak.
51:35There will also be those who say, "If only he hadn't given up."
51:38But remember that,
51:40the noise of a mob lynching a person,
51:43Sometimes, even the strongest minds can be silenced.
51:48You are not one of those who judge without knowing another person's story,
51:52Please be one of those who try to understand.
51:54Don't forget to share your thoughts about this story with us.
51:59Until we meet again in the next True Story, take care.
52:05Goodbye, dear friends.
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