Over the years, I have known many people and special memories have accumulated from every life. Today is a story that comes from far away.
Let's say it's a coincidence, life's own project. Sometimes very unexpected coincidences compare lives and solid friendships form. We always express with regret that the neighborhood and friendships are over in city life and that there is no neighborhood even in the same building. In such a period, they say, behind seven mountains, miles away, abroad, they meet only in an hour of friendly conversation, the heroes of this story.
Their knowledge, philosophy of life and their spirits are so parallel that they leave without getting distracted by talking about common issues, asking their names, without taking the address and phone. As the woman sets out on her way back, the expatriate old man thinks in surprise to himself. I could not write the phone number by simply describing the people he met in the same environment, he says you have it and asks, so a bond of friendship begins. The old man calls after a while and asks for permission. I couldn't get enough of your conversation, if you see it appropriate, can I write a letter? of course the woman says.
In terms of information sharing, there are long letters, followed by a phone call once a week. The old man is a wise person who has been very well-equipped, has used his knowledge as a book, has made speeches in many places, has accumulated memories for years, and the Young Woman has filled his bag with information in a different way. He did not read or write much like him, but when he got married and was closed for a long time, he found all his happiness and peace in reading books, magazines and newspapers. Every day, he read whatever he found. So much information has accumulated in his memory that this vast knowledge is integrated with his bodily existence that created it. In fact, he learned more from the wise man who wrote the books. He conveyed things that he did not know to him. Thus, the man's admiration grew day by day.
Falling in love with a pair of eyes - Poetry
To love is to be blind.
It is as naive as not seeing evil.
To love is to fall in love with a pair of eyes.
It is falling apart.
Thorn in your feet,
Seriously injured but not daunted,
He managed to survive,
It is an echo of a heart that could make a revolution.
To love is to be the poet of your own heart.
It is seeing the truth, in a smile.
Loving feels light as a feather,
It is to cause collapse in wrecks.
Left in a pitch black well
Not to lose hope.
To love is to wander in despair and seek remedy.
Turning your tears into rain
Disasters are raining down on his city.
The friendship door of two people, who did not know each other at all, opened with a hello, and after an hour-long conversation of poetry, music, literature and history, it continued for a long time and turned into a real friendship.
The man said, after a conversation, I want to tell you something. If God told me to make a wish; You know what I wish? I used to say I should be a seven-year-old child, and you should be my teacher. These words fell like lightning into the heart of the woman, her clouded eyes turned into a torrential rain. He was very emotional. No one in my life made such a wish for me, he could say in his trembling voice. Thus, this sacred friendship turned into a long and level friendship journey.
They didn't ask for their names in the first meeting, and in time never addressed the woman with her own name. even this person. He gave the name of the young woman who absorbed so much knowledge, which means sacred in Latin. He always addressed like that after that day. The room has adopted and accepted this very much.
The woman deemed appropriate to call the gentleman, to that dear person. His friendship was very important and valuable to both of them. Important information has been shared. A valuable archive has been created that is immortalized in the letters.
This flow of information lasted for two years. Like all good things, this friendship ended one day and took its place in memories.
Distances prevent talks. After a while, the words also run out. The man sent his books, and when he wanted to read me he said that instead of letters, you read these books. Books are on his bookshelf, and this beautiful friendship is in the hearts. Memories are always remembered and told in friendly conversations.
I wish everyone had such good friendships in their memories. Believe me, the world would be better.
Life would be a feast, as in that song. And the last sentence, that very wise man, one day gave the most meaningful answer to the most important question asked. That day again, he told a lot, told and was silent. So, when the information is over, what else do you know? He said, "I know what I know best, I know my place." He concluded his words by expressing his admiration for knowledge, saying "This endless love of reading and learning in you has already exceeded the knowledge I have."
Thus, these friendly conversations based on respect are also punctuated. He never heard from him again. His health was not very good anyway. Since he always wanted to remember him as alive, maybe he didn't ask his close friends if he was alive. With his knowledge, books, letters and friendly conversations, he wanted him to live in memories.
Existence Out of Nothing - Poetry
Scientists
The age of the universe and the earth
They calculate by looking at what
The phenomenon called time is already made up for us
If the earth's satellite were not the moon
How would they calculate the time
Of course, if it weren't for the moon, we wouldn't be a different room.
Let's get to this cren thing
When they would find existence what happened
How many experiments have been done
God writes in the Quran that he created the universe in 6 days
If existence is what they say
Zero times, how do you make a zero.
Minus and plus that are not collide
How can it be?
At least they say that
Who knows what worlds God created like the world.
But he said read in the first place
The reader will surely think
The more he thinks he will see the power of god
Just no world
Who knows what the worlds
There are people or other similar ones.
