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Duygularınıza tercüman olacak hikayeler arıyorsanız doğru adrese geldiniz. Gerçek hayattan esinlenerek kurgulanmış yaşanmış gerçek hikayeler ile her hafta yeni duygulara birlikte yelken açacağız. Sizleri derinden etkileyen duygusal hikayelerin yanı sıra ibretlik yaşam hikayeleri ile bazen birinci ağızdan bazen de üçüncü ağızdan hikayelerimizi anlatacağız. Hikayelerimizi ailenizle birlikte gönül rahatlığı ile hem izleyebilir hem de dinleyebilirsiniz. Hikayeler hakkındaki duygularınızı ve görüşlerinizi de yorumlarda mutlaka bizimle paylaşın.
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00:00Can a person's life be changed by a handful of green plums?
00:04If that person sees the world with their heart instead of their eyes, then yes, things change.
00:10The story you are about to hear today is about a pair of blind eyes,
00:14It's a story about how compassion feels far deeper than what those who see it perceive it to be.
00:19Suleiman had imprinted upon his soul that ancient patience and dignity emanating from the walls of Diyarbakır,
00:26A heart left in the icy grip of motherlessness at the age of 14.
00:30While searching for his way in his dark world, on a cold March day, he met a woman he had never met before,
00:35That refuge Zekiye found in her mother's tears.
00:38Established solely through a bond of spirit, without blood ties.
00:42This is an epic tale of a mother and son that defies years, roads, and distances.
00:48Today, we will all enjoy the taste of cracking sunflower seeds together by the stove.
00:52the smell of that food coming out of the oven on the morning of the holiday, and most importantly,
00:57We will embark on a journey that reminds us what loyalty means, a journey steeped in lived experiences.
01:03Perhaps while listening to this story, you too will remember someone you haven't contacted in a long time.
01:09You will bring to light those neglected loves you've kept hidden deep inside.
01:14Come, let's witness together this true-life story, weighed on the delicate scales of Süleyvan, the determined bookseller you know today.
01:25And if this story of loyalty touches your heart,
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01:36If you're ready, we can begin our story.
01:39Enjoy watching.
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01:56The calendar showed March 2004.
02:00March is an ambivalent month in Anatolia, oscillating between the persistent cold of winter and the shy sunshine of spring.
02:08Even though the sky was a deep blue, the wind still carried that subtle ache that pierced to the bones.
02:14For 14-year-old Suleyman, the world was not limited to the colors and shapes perceived by those who saw it.
02:22His world was shaped by the sound of voices, the touch of the wind on his skin, the scent of people, and most importantly, the weight of emotions.
02:32But that year, the darkness in Solomon's world wasn't just due to the blindness in his eyes.
02:41In the deepest corner of her soul, the indescribable emptiness caused by losing her mother just a year ago had settled.
02:50It was like a mountain collapsing on a child's back.
02:54She was cold, and this coldness was far beyond the typical chill of March.
03:01They had set off that day, deceived by the false warmth of the sun.
03:07Süleyman Analı, along with his older sister Gülşen and his now late aunt Şahinaz, were going to visit someone at their home.
03:16The destination was the house of her older sister, who had recently gotten married.
03:21This trip to their newly established home was actually an opportunity for a get-well visit.
03:28Her sister's mother-in-law had just been discharged from the hospital and was seeking healing at home.
03:35As Süleyman took his steps, the tapping sound of his cane echoing and the reassuring grip of those beside him on his arm,
03:41He walked with the image of his mother in his mind and the scent of her that never left his nose.
03:48When they arrived at the house, it was filled with the hustle and bustle of classic Anatolian hospitality.
03:54The scent of cologne, the hazy aroma of freshly brewed tea, and the welcoming voices filling the room.
04:02When Suleyman was seated in a corner, on the edge of the divan, he began to listen to the other sounds in the room.
04:08People were talking, laughing, and asking each other how each other was doing.
04:11But the moment the door opened, a fresh breath rushed in, instantly changing the atmosphere in the room.
04:17The visitors were the kind-hearted woman and her daughter, who would leave a profound mark on Solomon's life.
04:22Mother Zekiye and her daughter Filiz.
04:25Suleiman couldn't see them, but he immediately sensed their presence from the gentle and peaceful energy they radiated throughout the room.
04:32As soon as Zekiye entered, her focus was on Süleyman's presence.
04:36The sight of her sitting there so quietly on the edge of the sofa, at such a young age, with a veil over her eyes and the burden of motherlessness on her shoulders, touched the most delicate strings in the woman's heart.
04:47It made me tremble.
04:47Suddenly, the cheerful conversation in the room was replaced by sighs and a sorrowful silence.
04:54Mother Zekiye was crying.
04:56But this crying wasn't from ordinary sadness.
05:00Suleyman could hear the tremor in the woman's breathing.
05:04As the woman looked at the blind and orphaned child standing before her, she thought of her own children.
05:10With a mother's compassionate heart, she considered Suleyman's pain her own.
05:15"Oh, my dear," she thought to herself, perhaps whispering aloud.
05:19Suleyman couldn't understand why this woman, whom he didn't know, was crying.
05:24Was that pity?
05:25No.
05:26Suleyman was very good at discerning the subtle nuances in people's voices.
05:31There would be a condescending arrogance in the voice of someone who felt compassion.
05:34Yet in Mother Zekiye's tears there was pure love, deep compassion, and
05:40There was a sense of helplessness, like "I wish I could do something."
05:44The woman was concerned about both Suleyman's disability and the fact that he lost his mother at such a young age.
05:49As a mother of a child, she had left her heart there.
05:52The atmosphere had become very heavy.
05:55A sadness settled over the room's ceiling like a mist.
05:59Suleiman wanted to distribute this burden.
06:01Despite the darkness within, she had a spirit that loved to radiate light around her.
06:06The guests said, "Come on Suleyman, read something to us."
06:10They knew the huskyness in her voice, the depth of her heart.
06:13Suleiman cleared the strait.
06:16First, tears streamed from her lips.
06:18How is it possible for a 14-year-old child to put into words the longing he feels for his mother?
06:24He managed to fit that much into folk songs.
06:27Every time the word "mother" was mentioned, Zekiye's sobs intensified.
06:32It was as if Suleyman was reciting, and Mother Zekiye was accompanying the lament with her tears.
06:39Suleyman stopped.
06:41Her feelings told her, "Enough."
06:43"This poor woman is already full of things to say."
06:45"She was so upset she almost ended up in the hospital."
06:48Zekiye's mother feared that her sister would end up in that bed instead of her mother-in-law, who had just been discharged from the hospital.
06:55He made a decision at that moment.
06:57It would disperse the clouds of sadness and bring the sun of joy in their place.
07:01He changed his repertoire suddenly.
07:04Lively folk dance medleys have replaced the laments.
07:07He quickened the pace, raised his voice.
07:11The lively folk songs of Anatolia gradually began to dispel the gloom in the room.
07:17The women began to smile, even shifting slightly in their seats.
07:22Meanwhile, Süleyman had met Filiz, who was sitting next to him.
07:26Filiz was a young woman as gentle, quiet, and clear as water as her mother.
07:32They hit it off immediately, as if they had known each other for forty years.
07:36Filiz didn't leave Süleyman's side for a single moment that day.
07:40He offered her tea and asked how she was doing.
07:43It was as if he was Solomon's seeing eye in that crowd.
07:46However, the deep lines of sadness on Zekiye Ana's face had not yet completely disappeared.
07:53Until Solomon's innocent, childlike question.
07:58Suleiman remembered the fruit that heralded the arrival of spring.
08:02She leaned towards her older sister, Filiz, who was sitting next to her.
08:05She asked with a glimmer of hope, mixed with a whisper.
08:07Sister, I wonder if the green plums are out yet?
08:11This question was like a daisy blooming amidst all the adult worries in the room.
08:17Mother Zekiye had heard the whisper.
08:21A look of enlightenment crossed his face the moment he heard it.
08:24For a child, especially a motherless child, to crave something and express that craving was like a command.
08:32She immediately called her older sister's younger sister-in-law over.
08:35He reached into his pocket and pulled out some money.
08:38"Run," he whispered.
08:41"Go to the market and find some plums."
08:43Time passed.
08:45The door opened again.
08:46The younger sister-in-law burst in, breathless, carrying a paper bag.
08:52The scent of those sour, fresh, spring-scented green plums filled the room.
08:58When the plums were placed on a plate and brought before Suleiman, he was initially embarrassed.
09:03He was embarrassed that his request had been fulfilled so quickly and with such great importance.
09:10But then he felt it.
09:12Zekiye Ana's breathing had changed.
09:14The weeping, sorrowful woman was gone, replaced by a happy mother experiencing the peace of fulfilling a child's wish.
09:24Suleyman reached for the plate.
09:27She felt those firm, cool, and smooth plums at her fingertips.
09:31When she put one in her mouth, the sour taste that spread across her palate wasn't just the taste of fruit.
09:38That feeling was compassion, being seen, being valued.
09:43Seeing Süleyman's face light up, Zekiye Ana smiled for the first time in hours that day.
09:49And she smiled in such a way that it illuminated even Suleyman's dark world.
09:55Suleyman ate the plums with great joy, feeling the burden on Mother Zekiye's heart lighten with each bite.
10:02As day drew to a close, it was time to say goodbye.
10:06Back then, cell phones weren't yet in everyone's pocket.
10:11Neither Zekiye Ana, nor her kind-hearted daughter Filiz, nor Süleyman possessed that device.
10:17Breaking up shouldn't mean cutting off communication.
10:21Süleyman asked his older sister Filiz for their landline number.
10:25He memorized that number.
10:27Just as she etched the taste of the plum she ate that day and Mother Zekiye's kindness into her heart.
10:33On the way home, Suleyman felt a strange sense of peace.
10:37The cold void of motherlessness was somewhat filled that day by the warm tears of a woman he didn't know and a handful of green plums.
10:47Time had flown by with a speed that was felt even in Solomon's dark world.
10:52Two whole years had passed since that cold March day in 2004, and the calendar had begun to show 2006.
11:00That first day, the landline number hastily scribbled on a piece of paper was gradually being replaced by cell phones, which were entering their lives.
11:09But the one thing that remained unchanged was that kind voice on the other end of the line.
11:14Every time Süleyman heard that voice, he felt the dust of orphanhood being wiped away from his soul.
11:19And finally, the long-awaited day of reunion had arrived.
11:23This time the reason wasn't a patient visit.
11:26This time the reason was simply love, longing.
11:29Suleyman set off on his journey with his sister and her mother-in-law.
11:34Their destination was the house of Zekiye and her daughter Filiz.
11:38Suleyman's heart was fluttering in his chest like a bird.
11:42He tried to shorten the paths he couldn't see in his mind, feeling the thrill of knowing he was getting a little closer to that warm home with every turn of the wheels.
11:52The joy felt when the door opened was beyond words.
11:57Mother Zekiye and Filiz greeted their guests at the doorstep in such a way that...
12:01Anyone who saw them would have thought they were celebrating the return of a son who had been away from home for years, returning from military service.
12:06The hugs were tight, the voices shaky but passionate.
12:10When Mother Zekiye embraced Süleyman, the scent of the old woman filled his lungs like the air of spring.
12:18The words, "Welcome, my son, welcome, my Suleyman," echoed through the walls of the house and settled in Suleyman's heart.
12:25When they went inside, the house exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere.
12:29The softness of the carpets on the floor, the crackling of the stove in the room, and the appetizing aromas wafting from the kitchen.
12:36Sister Filiz had prepared a wonderful meal for her guests.
12:39The plate of kısır (a Turkish bulgur salad) that appeared was like a colorful garden.
12:43Beside her, strong teas gleamed like rubies in slender glasses.
12:49The conversation deepened, and folk songs and hymns filled the air once again.
12:54Suleyman sang again that day, but this time his voice held not sadness, but the peace of a sense of belonging he had found.
13:00After the meal, when it was time for tea, those famous black sunflower seeds appeared.
13:07You know, those little black sunflower seeds that leave a mark on your lips, that you can't put down once you start cracking them, the sweetest companion to conversation.
13:16While sipping her tea, Zekiye Ana would occasionally pick out the sunflower seeds one by one and place them on Süleyman's plate.
13:24They were all caught up in the rhythm of that simple act, as if cracking those seeds were the most important thing in the world.
13:32Click, click, click.
13:33Each voice melted not the ice between them, but the distances that time had placed between them.
13:39At that time, there was a TV series that took the television world by storm.
13:44Foreign Groom.
13:45When the theme music of the series started playing on the television in the most prominent spot in the house, the conversation in the room gave way to a pleasant silence.
13:54With her motherly voice, Zekiye Ana,
13:57"I love this movie, son," she said, turning to Suleyman.
14:00"Look, that's also being away from home, that's also love."
14:03Süleyman couldn't see the series, but he could hear the comments Zekiye Ana and Filiz abla made from time to time.
14:10Through the actors' voices, he too had been drawn into that world.
14:15As Rumelian folk songs play in the series, everyone in the room feels a pleasant warmth inside.
14:20Those black seeds were eaten with even more appetite.
14:24Time had flown by like water, it was time to get up.
14:28Farewells were as difficult as reunions.
14:32As they were leaving through the door, Suleyman's feet were dragging.
14:36It was dark when they got into the car, and the streetlights were on.
14:40As the car started moving, Suleyman leaned his head against the window.
14:44The coldness of the glass touched her forehead, and the tears streaming from her eyes burned her cheeks.
14:51But this time, her tears weren't from pain.
14:54That woman's love, Zekiye Ana's selfless compassion,
14:59It was like a spring rain falling on his heart, which was parched and cracked like the earth in a scorching desert.
15:06While engulfed in the searing longing of motherlessness,
15:11The treatment she received in that house that day was like a river of compassion pouring into her heart.
15:17She had cleansed her soul, healed her wounds, and quietly told her, "You are not alone."
15:24Suleyman cried all the way.
15:27Like lights flickering on a dark road,
15:30The gratitude and love inside him flowed away towards Mother Zekiye.
15:34That day, the child in the back seat of that car wasn't just returning from a visit.
15:40He was returning home with the sapling of love planted in his soul grown.
15:44The mill of time was silently grinding away the years.
15:47Four years had passed since that warm conversation by the fireplace in 2006, and the calendar showed 2010.
15:56This time, the season coincided with the last days of summer and the first whispers of autumn.
16:01It was the third day of Eid al-Fitr.
16:04For Süleyman, holidays weren't just about candy, sweets, or new clothes.
16:09Holidays were times when voices filled the air, loneliness diminished, and doors were opened wide.
16:15This holiday brought a different kind of excitement to Suleyman than previous ones.
16:19She was going alone to that loving home she had previously visited with her older sister or stepmother by her side.
16:26He was now a young man approaching twenty, and his bond with Zekiye Ana had become so strong that he no longer needed an intermediary.
16:35When she got off the bus, there was a familiar breath and a reassuring voice waiting for her at the stop.
16:40Sister Filiz. The moment Süleyman got down and tapped his cane on the ground, Sister Filiz's warm hand took his arm.
16:48"Welcome, my dear brother," was the most beautiful treat Süleyman received on this holiday.
16:53Neither her sister nor her sister's mother-in-law was with her that day.
16:57There was only her and these two wonderful people who embraced her like their own child.
17:02As I walked home, the sounds of children in the streets mingled with the distant sound of drums.
17:09The scent of lemon cologne she smelled as she climbed the stairs enveloped her even before she entered the door.
17:15When the door opened, the voices coming from inside were louder than usual.
17:20Zekiye's mother's warm, embracing cry of "My son has come!" swept away all the distance in Süleyman's heart.
17:30There was another guest inside.
17:33Hanife.
17:34She was a relative of Zekiye's mother.
17:36Even though Suleiman couldn't see her, he immediately sensed that the woman possessed a different energy, a quality that was distinct from the firmness in her speech and the rustling in her movements.
17:44Hanife owned a textile shop.
17:47A life spent among fabrics, silks, and flannels.
17:51Perhaps that's why even Hanife's voice sounded so delicate to Süleyman.
17:56Sometimes as soft as velvet, sometimes as firm as linen.
18:00After the introductions were over, Süleyman's thoughts returned to the peaceful atmosphere of the house.
18:06Visiting during Eid meant not only sitting and talking, but also sharing the blessings of the same table.
18:12And that day, Zekiye, the mother, had created a masterpiece in the kitchen for her adopted son, Süleyman, who had come all alone.
18:21The smell that filled the house was no ordinary food smell.
18:25A freshly baked, beautifully browned stuffed turkey.
18:29In those years, stuffed turkey wasn't a dish found on every table or served to every guest.
18:36This was tangible proof of the value Zekiye's mother placed on Süleyman, and the deep affection she felt for him.
18:44Süleyman was coming, he loves it, he would eat it, so they had gotten up early in the morning, carefully prepared the stuffing, and put it in the oven with prayers.
18:56As they sat down at the table, the clinking of forks and knives mingled with cheerful conversation.
19:02As Süleyman tasted the delicious dish on his plate, he savored not only the flavor of the food but also the joy of being a family.
19:10Mother Zekiye,
19:11"Eat, son, take some from here too, look, this part is softer," she said, feeding Suleyman with her hands, her words, and her heart.
19:20Filiz sister served with her usual elegance, while Hanife added color to the table by sharing memories of the shop and the language of fabrics.
19:29At that moment, Süleyman could picture in his mind the colorful fabrics that Hanife, the textile merchant, had described.
19:34She likened each of them to the compassion of Mother Zekiye and the loyalty of Sister Filiz.
19:40Hours passed.
19:41The sweet lethargy of the holiday settled over the house.
19:44Tea was drunk, desserts were eaten.
19:47Each laugh was like a knot tied in Suleyman's memory.
19:51A knot that will never be untangled, never forgotten.
19:56The peace he felt that day was the brightest light a visually impaired person could see in their dark world.
20:03There was no one with him who was related to him by blood.
20:05But those who were close to her were more than enough for her.
20:09But Solomon didn't know that at the time.
20:13If she had known, perhaps she would never have wanted to leave through that door, she would have remained glued to the corner of that sofa.
20:19This visit was the last time she would see Mother Zekiye and Sister Filiz in that house, in that warm home.
20:25That holiday in 2010 was the last day he breathed in the laughter that echoed through the walls of that house and the aroma of food cooking in that kitchen.
20:36Fate was silently weaving its web, preparing for the winds of separation.
20:42As they said goodbye, Zekiye, the mother, held Süleyman's hands tighter than ever.
20:47"Come again, son, don't let too much time pass," he said.
20:50"Suleyman, I'll come, mother, of course I'll come," he said, smiling.
20:54Filiz sister walked him back to the bus stop.
20:58When Süleyman boarded the bus, the smile on his face wasn't from the delicious meal he'd eaten, but from the delightful love he'd witnessed.
21:05The relentless wheels of time kept turning.
21:10Seven whole years had passed since that peaceful, turkey-stuffed holiday feast in 2010, and the calendar had turned to 2017.
21:19Life was like a wind that scattered everyone in different directions.
21:24It had driven some to foreign lands, others to new worries.
21:28Suleyman had grown up, stepping from the innocence of childhood into the maturity of adulthood.
21:34He was a young man whose voice had become louder.
21:37But in a corner of his heart, the tenderness of Mother Zekiye still burned like a lamp, with the same freshness as on the first day.
21:44And fate brought them together under the same roof one last time.
21:49This time, the meeting place wasn't the peaceful room of that old house with the stove.
21:54It was a wedding hall where drums beat, pipes wailed, and the roar of the crowd mingled together.
22:00In that commotion where lights, sounds, and human warmth intertwined,
22:06Suleyman's inner eye once again searched for and found that familiar harbor.
22:10Mother Zekiye was there.
22:12The weariness of years had perhaps become more pronounced in her voice, her breath a little heavier, but her embrace of Süleyman was still the same.
22:21When they embraced amidst the crowd and the noise, it was as if all the sounds of the wedding hall fell silent for a moment.
22:30Only two hearts spoke.
22:33"I miss you," said one of them.
22:35"Me too, son, me too," said the other.
22:39They relieved their longing.
22:40Even if it was just a brief moment, they felt the warmth of those old days again.
22:44When the most crucial moment of the wedding arrives, that is, when the henna night ceremony begins,
22:50Another unforgettable memory was being written in the book of fate for Suleyman.
22:54Henna symbolized separation and sadness, but also a new beginning.
23:00That night, Suleiman was not just a guest.
23:04He was invited onto the stage.
23:06When he stepped onto the stage, and they handed him the microphone,
23:09Suleiman's demeanor reflected both pride and profound sadness.
23:13Henna had been applied to the palm of his right hand as part of that traditional ceremony.
23:19That wet, cool, earthy-smelling henna in the palm of your hand,
23:24It whispered to her that she was a part of this culture, this land.
23:28He gripped the microphone tightly with his left hand.
23:31The buzzing in the hall subsided.
23:33All eyes turned to the stage.
23:35Suleyman took a deep breath and began to speak.
23:39A folk song flowed from her lips.
23:42Burning, heart-wrenching, and searing.
23:44My little one was still so young.
23:48Tears are streaming down my face.
23:51Fate is always full of surprises.
23:55I looked after it, I raised it, but someone else took it away.
23:58I looked after it, I raised it, but someone else took it away.
24:02Suleyman was saying.
24:03But who was she talking to at that moment?
24:05So that the bride will cry?
24:07Or was this song a farewell to Zekiye Ana, who sat opposite him, watching him with pride and teary eyes?
24:15When Zekiye Ana looked at the young man on stage, she no longer saw the orphaned 14-year-old boy huddled on the edge of the sofa, but now a man standing tall, showcasing his art.
24:28He saw a valiant young man with henna-dyed hands performing the act.
24:31This time, the tears were not of sadness, but of pride.
24:35"He's my son," she thought to herself.
24:38He is my spiritual son.
24:40When Süleyman finished the song, applause erupted.
24:44But the greatest applause for him was the blessing he received when he went to Zekiye Ana, kissed her hand, and she said, "May your mouth be healthy, my dear."
24:52That night, that wedding, would be their last face-to-face, breath-to-breath meeting.
24:59Suleiman didn't know this.
25:01Mother Zekiye didn't know.
25:02Nobody knew.
25:04It was as if life was saying, "Look, I'm giving you one last memento, keep it safe."
25:10Because the winds of life blew harder in the years following that wedding.
25:15Zekiye Ana moved to Izmir with her close friend and daughter, Filiz.
25:19Izmir, that beautiful city, that city smelling of the sea, had now become a huge distance between Süleyman and Zekiye Ana.
25:28After that day, the number of meetings decreased to a handful.
25:33And that was limited to the sounds coming only from the cold receiver of the telephone.
25:37How are you, Mom?
25:38I'm fine, son, how are you?
25:41I miss you, Mom.
25:42I miss you too, Süleyman. If you ever come to Izmir, come visit.
25:45These sentences have been repeated over and over again for years.
25:49But that face-to-face encounter, that hand-holding, that warmth of the henna night school could never be recreated.
25:57That wedding in 2017 was the final scene before the curtains closed.
26:03It was the last glimmer before the lights went out.
26:06That henna ceremony in 2017, that wedding night where folk songs echoed, remained frozen in our memories like a photograph.
26:14After that night, time began to build invisible but insurmountable walls between them.
26:20With Zekiye and Filiz moving to Izmir, that haven of compassion had physically moved away for Süleyman.
26:27It was no longer possible to knock on that door and go inside, or to sit by the stove and crack black sunflower seeds.
26:34The discussions were trapped behind the cold, technological facade.
26:38Initially, the phone calls were frequent, but as the months passed, they became less frequent.
26:43The never-ending rush they call the struggle of life had engulfed Süleyman as well, dragging him along with it.
26:50Preoccupied with his own troubles and struggles, he had neglected the wall of love to which he felt indebted.
26:57Suleyman hated disloyalty.
27:00But sometimes, as if clouded by judgment, people would put off even the simplest thing they needed to do: making a phone call.
27:08Months turned into weeks as I kept saying, "I'll call today, I'll call tomorrow."
27:14Especially the last year.
27:15It was as if Solomon had been delayed by an invisible hand that year; that door of compassion hadn't knocked even once.
27:22And one evening, the voice of his conscience could no longer be silenced.
27:25It was Filiz's birthday.
27:29Suleyman wanted to use this special day as an opportunity to mend the rift between them.
27:34She picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.
27:37The voice on the other end was Filiz's usual gentle, precious voice.
27:42But this time, there was a kind of mist over the diamond.
27:45Greetings, inquiries about well-being, birthday wishes – the conversation progressed.
27:51Suleyman could no longer hold back the longing growing inside him, and it spilled out of his lips.
27:57Sister Filiz,
27:58I miss Mother Zekiye very much.
28:01His voice is ringing in my ears.
28:03Let me kiss your hand and hear your voice.
28:06There was a deep, icy silence on the other end of the line.
28:09Then Filiz's voice came, trembling and mixed with sobs.
28:13"Suleyman, my brother, don't you know?"
28:18Suleiman's heart almost stopped.
28:22"What, sister?" she said, her voice turning into a whisper.
28:25Sister Filiz spoke while crying.
28:27"Zekiye mother, my mother, we lost her a long time ago, Süleyman."
28:32We laid our mother to rest.
28:35That was the moment when Suleyman felt like he'd been shot in the head.
28:38The world slipped from under his feet.
28:40But the real devastation came with what Filiz sister said next.
28:45"I thought you already knew, Suleyman."
28:48Your sister came for the funeral, along with her mother-in-law.
28:50I asked them, "Where is Suleiman? Do you know anything?"
28:54"She doesn't know, we haven't told her," your sister said.
28:56I didn't call because I thought they might tell me later.
29:00Suleyman didn't even know how he hung up the phone.
29:02The pain he felt at that moment was not just the loss of his mother, Zekiye.
29:07It was a feeling of being deceived, excluded, and left without a farewell.
29:11He staggered back and forth in the room.
29:13Then she stormed into the room where her sister was.
29:18"Sister!" she shouted.
29:19Her voice cracked with pain.
29:21"Sister Zekiye, Mother Zekiye has passed away."
29:25"You've gone, you've mourned, but why didn't you tell me?" she said.
29:29Her sister quit the job she was doing.
29:32He looked at his brother with eyes full of guilt.
29:35Her eyes filled with tears.
29:37"Suleiman," he said softly.
29:40"Please don't be angry."
29:42We couldn't tell you, sister.
29:44You loved him so much.
29:46You were so devoted.
29:48You'd be devastated if you heard.
29:50We were afraid you wouldn't be able to recover.
29:52Let some time pass.
29:54May the pain subside.
29:56"That's what we'll say," we said.
29:57"We thought your sensitive heart couldn't handle it."
30:00Perhaps Süleyman understood his sister's protective attitude.
30:04But it wasn't enough to put out the fire.
30:06"I was his adopted son, sister," he said.
30:09Tears streamed down her cheeks.
30:11"It was my right to throw a handful of earth on his grave."
30:14I wish I could make amends.
30:16"I wish I could have hugged her one last time," said Suleyman.
30:20There was mourning in the house that night.
30:22But this mourning is not just for Mother Zekiye,
30:25It was for Suleyman's burning, feverish liver.
30:28When Solomon withdrew to his room,
30:30He carried the heaviest burden in the world on his shoulders.
30:34A summer that's too late, and a farewell that can never be made.
30:38The phone is switched off.
30:39Her brief but biting reproach to her older sister was over.
30:43When Suleiman closed the door of his room,
30:45It was as if he had cut off all ties with the world.
30:48As she placed the tiny device from her hand onto the bed,
30:51It was as if he had dropped a stone weighing tons.
30:54The darkness of the room is now darker than the darkness in her eyes,
30:58It was even more suffocating.
30:59Suleiman placed it right in the middle of his chest,
31:01He felt as if a burning ember, torn from the hottest part of hell, had fallen upon him.
31:06It was burning.
31:07This burning,
31:09It wasn't like a skin burn.
31:10His heart is burning,
31:12His breath was choked by the smoke from the fire.
31:14He slumped down on the edge of his bed.
31:16He buried his head in his hands.
31:18Oh, Mother Zekiye,
31:20she groaned softly.
31:22Oh, my homeland of compassion.
31:24Oh, my second mother.
31:25So he had left.
31:27That sweet smile,
31:28that compassionate look,
31:30That maternal scent had now mingled with the earth.
31:33And Solomon could not pour a single drop of water on that land,
31:36He couldn't even hold onto the edge of the coffin.
31:38That white lie her sister and family told to protect her,
31:43It had now turned into a dark lump in Suleiman's throat.
31:47But his reproach was gradually giving way to deep sorrow and regret.
31:52Solomon, in his own negligence,
31:54He couldn't forgive himself for being so caught up in the hustle and bustle of the world that he hadn't called her one last time.
32:00Was there, Mom?
32:01she whispered into the void.
32:03Was there a girl?
32:04To get to that cold place where my mother is before me.
32:07I thought it was my turn, but it turns out it was yours.
32:09His mind began to replay those memories over and over again, like a film reel rewinding.
32:15Green plums offered in the March cold,
32:18Black sunflower seeds cracked open by the stove,
32:21Stuffed turkey on the holiday table,
32:23Those henna-dyed hands at the wedding.
32:26Each one was now a knife piercing his heart.
32:29Is this how you loved me, Mother?
32:31he asked.
32:32That question whose answer he would never get.
32:35Did you love me so much that you would leave me like this, without warning, without saying goodbye?
32:39Then Filiz sister came to his mind.
32:42That woman with a heart of gold,
32:44Her mother's closest companion, confidante.
32:46Now she was all alone too.
32:48Suleyman's heart ached once again.
32:51Sister Filiz had also fallen from the same room where Süleyman had fallen.
32:54Its wings were broken too, racing against the wind.
32:57What does it mean to be motherless?
32:59He too had tasted that poisoned syrup.
33:01Suleiman knelt down beside his bed.
33:05Raising his hands to the sky,
33:06He opened himself to his Lord, whom he had not seen but whose presence he felt in every fiber of his being.
33:11Tears streaming from her eyes,
33:14It mixed with the beard on his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
33:17His tongue was loosened, his heart spoke.
33:21"Oh Lord," she said, her voice trembling.
33:24You are a witness,
33:26That servant showed me compassion.
33:28Show him compassion, too.
33:30The hardships, illnesses, and troubles he endured in this world,
33:35O Allah, make them mounts that will carry them to Your Paradise on the Day of Judgment.
33:39If they have sins,
33:41In honor of the green plums she offered me,
33:44Forgive him, Lord, for the sake of the tears he shed.
33:47As you pray,
33:49that the fire inside was slowly cooling down,
33:53He felt that it had given way to a deep surrender.
33:56The heavy air in the room is dissipating.
34:00It was giving way to an otherworldly tranquility.
34:03My Lord, whom He protected even from His own eyes,
34:07May He reunite her with her beloved children in paradise.
34:12Bring them together at the door of our Prophet.
34:16In the gardens of paradise,
34:18May the angels water the prophet's roses for him.
34:21He brought joy to us in this world.
34:23Make him happy in the hereafter too.
34:26And for sister Filiz,
34:28He wished for that wounded heart.
34:31My sister Filiz,
34:33My dearest sister with a heart of velvet,
34:36May God also open your heart
34:38with the water of patience of Allah,
34:40Let him wash with the water of that fountain of patience.
34:43Let him put out the fire.
34:45May it give you the strength to endure.
34:46Solomon finished his prayer,
34:49When he touched his face with his hands,
34:51An indescribable sense of peace filled the room.
34:55It's like Mother Zekiye,
34:57He was looking at her from a corner of the room at that moment,
34:59He smiles with that famous smile of his and,
35:03"Don't worry son, I'm fine."
35:06We will meet again.
35:07Remember those plums?
35:09There's something sweeter in heaven."
35:11he said.
35:12Suleiman got up,
35:14He opened the window.
35:15Towards Izmir,
35:16He took a deep breath, gazing towards the distant city.
35:19When the wind hits your face,
35:21He made a promise to himself.
35:23This world was a guesthouse.
35:26And separations were also part of this hospitality.
35:29But love,
35:31Love was immortal.
35:33He forgave his sister in that moment.
35:36Because he knew that,
35:37Everyone tried to protect the one they loved in their own way.
35:41His sister had kept it a secret so that Süleyman wouldn't be upset.
35:43"May God grant our mothers a place in Paradise."
35:47she whispered into the darkness of the night.
35:49And may we also be with you on that beautiful day,
35:53May God grant us the opportunity to reunite with them again at those beautiful tables, inshallah.
35:58Suleyman didn't sleep that night.
36:00But that night, for the first time in his life, he wasn't afraid of the dark.
36:04Because he knew that,
36:06those beautiful people he loves,
36:08Now the truth was in the light.
36:10And one day,
36:12the sweetest of those green plums,
36:14In the gardens of paradise, he would once again eat from the hands of Mother Zekiye.
36:18Yes, dear friends,
36:20It started with a handful of green plums,
36:23blossoming by the stove and in that quiet evening in Izmir,
36:26It was a journey of loyalty that ended with prayers.
36:29Suleiman taught us this.
36:31Even though the eyes remain in the darkness,
36:34If one's heart is open, one will never get lost.
36:37And most importantly,
36:39Don't wait until tomorrow to call your loved ones.
36:41Because sometimes that tomorrow may never come.
36:44May God have mercy on Zekiye Ana.
36:46to Filiz Abla, his legacy
36:48And we wish our brother Suleyman patience.
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