Abbara – A Tale of Hope
Hello
I know everyone is sharing short posts now. and long articles are not shared much. Because there is no interaction like before.
Okay, I will also share long articles.
enjoyable reading..
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Dileği olmayanın belleği, belleği olmayanın benliği yoktur.
Hayalin kadar insansın…
İnsan sevdiğine söver, sevmediğini yok sayar…
Hayal neye yarardı ki, kelimelerin yahut kağıdın kalıbına basılıp satılmaktan başka…
Şaşırmayı unuttuk. Literatürde büyümek diyorlar buna, çocukluktan kurtulmak diyorlar. Halbuki; Hayret yoksa , hayat da yoktur. Sadeci ölüler hiçbir şeye şaşırmaz.
Ceset kalmamalı insan, her an bir cenin olmalı, hayrete doğmalı hayatı hayran yaşamalı. Asıl macera budur. Yaşayana aşk olsun..
Hayat dediğin ; seni dünya mahallesinden ahiret mahallesine geçiren bir Abbaradan başka neydi ki?
Zalimin zulmü, kurbanına yaşattığı acılar değildi, o acılar üzerinden kurbanını kendisine dönüştürmesi idi.
Gerçek zulüm , acılar bittiğinde başlıyordu. Çünkü her kurban , acılarından doğması muhtemel bir zalimdi.
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He who has no wish has no memory, and he who has no memory has no self.
You are as human as your dream...
A person curses the ones he loves and ignores the ones he doesn't like...
What was the use of imagination, other than being printed on words or paper and sold...
We forgot to be surprised. In the literature, they call this growing up, getting rid of childhood. Whereas; If there is no wonder, there is no life. The simple dead are never surprised by anything.
There should be no corpse left, there should be a fetus at every moment, one should be born astonished and live life with admiration. This is the real adventure. May there be love for the living..
What you call life; What else was it but an Abbara that took you from the neighborhood of this world to the neighborhood of the afterlife?
The cruelty of the oppressor was not the pain he inflicted on his victim, but the way he transformed his victim into himself through that pain.
The real oppression began when the suffering was over. Because every victim was a cruel person who was likely to be born from their pain.
