The Unceasing Cry of Tashan Mountain

While the words were piling up like mountain ranges, the foothills of Taşhan mountain were adorned with yellow and yellow spikes.

Time was so proud that it was a land far away from the tiny world sprinkled by a tiny plain on the other side of the mountains lined up like people with poor souls who lack civilization decorated with frustrations.

Our story begins on the northern slopes of Anatolia, where people with dull, squinting eyes and facial features resembling worn-out arid lands are interspersed with people whom time cannot stop aging.

This story is such that sometimes, even when it travels from tongue to tongue, it sounds and spreads from ear to ear like a quote from a real story that attracts people without them even realizing it, in which they find themselves.

The protagonist of our story is Fatma bacı, the only daughter of a dervish.

At the time, her family belonged to an old Alevi clan from Central Asia, who had settled in Central Anatolia with the last surviving members of the sons of Reşit, who had been forced to migrate from Van.

The family was warmly welcomed by Uzun Yatan, the well-known Bektashi grandfather of the time, and were given shelter and allowed to reproduce.

This family has an extraordinary cultural richness where they have created a unique synthesis of the typical gray countryside culture integrated with Alevism.

They sing folk songs every day with their bindings and once a year they make offerings and sacrifices for the sake of right.

As we said, we are talking about a lineage at the junction of two such exquisite cultures.

Fatma baci's childhood was not as easy as she thought.

Why?

The Creator sometimes tested her lineage with famine and sometimes with war.

They were almost the same age as our brave Kasım Efe.

So much so that Fatma bacı was very mischievous, ready for anything at any moment like a gun with a triggered barrel, while Kasım efe was a monument of caution resembling calm, clear rivers.

The day came when time decided to string their destinies together with the shapely people of the plain where the sunlight shivered.

You will witness the passionate love of two lovers in this union that will be born years later.

So let's start the rest of the story together...

Derviş Agha was very troubled that day. Why not, his beloved daughter Fatma had reached the age of marriage, but he had rejected all of them one by one.

One of them had even gotten so angry that he had to leave the village, and his brother Cuma had calmed him down with great difficulty.

Derviş Agha was thinking a lot!

His soul was fluttering like a bird as if he was stuck at the bottom of a black stained well from which he could not get out for days.

After a lot of thinking, he realized that he should ask his beloved, touch her heart a little and find out who the secret lord of his deeply hidden soul was, so he went straight to the waterfall beyond the plain where his Fatma always went.

Fatma, with her usual might, was sitting on the side of the waterfall overlooking the plain and seemed to be lost in thought.

She did not even realize that her father had arrived and was in thought with her head bowed towards the water like a lifeless corpse, when suddenly she was startled by a harsh but sweet voice.

Derviş Agha approached his daughter with his usual stern but smiling face, and he sat beside her with his body sliding towards the shadow of the waters.

Fatma: "What happened, my father, did you ever know the way around here?

Derviş Agha: "Forget about me, I wanted to talk to you about something for a long time and that's why I came here."

While Fatma was sighing in alarm, "I wonder if this is what I think it is," her father Derviş Agha got straight to the point;

"Look, my daughter, you know it's time for you to get married and settle down. We have one foot in the ground. Let me find you a good fortune with the eyes of the world and give you away".

Fatma's face turned red, the familiar Fatma was gone and now there was a soul as sensitive as a bird's wing.

She could neither speak nor make any effort. She got up in a huff, resurrected her rebellious spirit, got on her horse and rode away.

Derviş Agha had a wolf in his stomach. "We'd better leave it to time and let the best thing happen," he muttered to himself and set off for the plain.

Duran Agha, who was a miller at the time, had a son, Kasım Efe, whom we have already mentioned.

Kasım had been in love with his Fatma for as long as he could remember. Her valiant masculine spirit had fascinated him even at a young age.

But he could not speak out of fear, knowing in his heart that he would leave the plain in case of a possible adverse situation.

But that day things would change, the webs of fate would unite these two opposite souls and bring fertility to the plain.

Fatma, who was embarrassed by her father Derviş Aga's speech, raced furiously with her horse and as she approached the plain, while passing through the mills of Kasım Efendi, their eyes met for a while.

They glanced at each other every morning, but this was neither the first nor the last time.

As Kasım was unloading the wheat sacks onto the cart, he locked eyes with Fatma, who was passing by, and wasted a few sacks of wheat. For this, he was reprimanded by his father Duran Agha.

Once the angels of love had aimed their arrows at him, would there ever be an end to this?

From that day onwards, the elders of the plain had to send Kasım to join an armed unit that would gather against the bandits who were extorting the people in the neighborhood.