Don't forget your old days on a brand new day tonight

It was time to unbolt the doors that the past had opened. As I ran from pain to pain, I saw that the columns I was holding on began to shed their lining. The remnants of my personas I had swept away long ago felt a bitter breeze on my skin.

A strong wind blew, how many leaves he took, how many screams he hid in his dreams, I do not know. That wind is like a broom sweeping my crumbs right now. While I take the cries of the years to the unknown with my leaves, I watch the falling snow as if I am looking at the falling spring.

Cold sweat comes down from my temples to my eyes, it's an uncomfortable look. I feel that my eyes are starting to fill up due to this pain.

Don't forget your old days on a brand new day tonight.

Because there is a test and a lesson in the old one. But I don't know what you guys will do tonight. I wonder how many of a community that does not ask why, who are fed with a ready-made meal, will read this article.

At the end of an obsolete year, the balance of accounts and the person's own behavior, which pushes him to make a judgment about his own moral values, enables the person to make a direct and spontaneous judgment.

by overhauling this matter of conscience, the concept of being human first.

how many people are we to look at that.

That's why, ladies and gentlemen, as we enter a new year that you deserve, I curse the gains you have made unjustly, the kicks you have unjustly hit, the lives you have stolen from someone, the negative values ​​you have given to the poor or orphan.

I do not stand in front of an idea that aims at the idea of ​​being human in front of and behind a religion. On the contrary, I respect all of them from a distance.

My word is for those who do not do what is necessary by saying that they are Muslim in my country where the majority of them are religious. So my word to the rüveybidas. I have neither mercy nor prayers for those who dwell as if the lie is true, those who talk as if they know in things they do not know, and those who lead them, those who pretend to be the epitome of morality and pretend to deserve all kinds of malice.

Because we always skipped this, because it didn't work for us, we did not hand over the entrustment to the people who are responsible for the job with lethargic minds. We did not protect ourselves by being competent.

Those who build the concept of humanity on their own selves, and those who do not say humanity first to the position they have won, are traitors. Those who call themselves unlawful to others that they consider right, those who divide people into classes because of their wealth, then read page by page verse and talk about them, I swear they won't eat, even if we eat, there is one who created you, you cannot deceive him.

Emotions are a barrier, I seem to hear a whisper. It's a voice from the past that my ears are very familiar with, but I can't tell who it is.

Emotions are a hindrance, little one, oh once again, this mysterious voice echoes in my ears, which hear nothing but the stuttering of my heart.

This time I heard a cry of pain, it came from so deep.

Slowly, I feel my emotions pouring out of my eyes, like an executioner waiting to slay his victim in ambush and trying to enter the room in the quiet, misty darkness of the night. Am I crying, what is this salty taste seeping through my dry lips?

It's like I'm a stranger to everything. I feel like something is breaking inside me. It's a small feeling, but very familiar.

All my thoughts are leaking from that broken place. I saw that the dreams that I had built a castle from indestructible doors gave way to a bitter storm in my mind. Another gust of wind blew. And I was torn, dried, turned to ashes in my thoughts that I don't know what it is.

I felt a door close. I began to tremble as a great feeling filled all my limbs, my heart. I don't feel anything. I don't hear. I do not see.

I pulled that bolt for the last time. All the doors of my mind are closed. A bitter cry escaped from my lips, where my thoughts came out, my feelings poured out, could not.

So let's sit down and think, let's empathize a little bit, but it will hurt us, but let's question ourselves. Let's ask ourselves without being deceived.

God help us. Stay well.