My Motto
Be compassionate to the needy, Neither squander wealth nor hoard it. Never lose your sense of shame, if questions are asked of you, answer them frankly but do not ask too many yourself. Be manly and of good cheer. Never kill a foe who is begging for mercy and be ever loyal in love
Own your own way
Do Not Go Where The Path May Lead, Go Instead Where There Is No Path And LEAVE a TRAIL ....
By R. Waldo Emerson
By R. Waldo Emerson
Monday, January 25, 2010
SNOW, SNOW, SNOW
It is so sweet, It has been snowing for 5 days over here. I am gonna post some pictures soon
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
THE OLD NATIVE AMERICAN
The old native american was sitting in the front of his old cabin with his grandchild and they were watching the dogs which were fighting each other. One of the dogs was white and the other was black. The twelve years old boy knew that these dogs were there since he was born.
Those were the two giant dogs that the grandfather always kept with himself and the grandchild thought that just one dog was enough to protect the cabin and he was wondering why his grandfather was keeping these two dogs and also he wanted to know the reason why all these dogs had to be in any case black and white.
he curiously asked to his grandfather. The old chief man smiled and stroked his grandchild's back with a wisely smile. "They" he said: They are two images for me. "Whereof" the child asked. They are the symbols of spitefulness and benevolence. Goodness and deviltry always struggle one another like those dogs you see. I always think on this again and again whenever I watch them, I keep with me because of this reason. The child said that if there is a struggle, there must be a winner and asked another of his everlasting questions " Well, which one of them wins the battle ?" The sage chief sighed and and answered to his grandchild with a sincere glance; "Which one, huh , The one which I feed more.
THE MORE WE REFRESH OUR OPTIMISTIC AND SPIRITUAL SIDE THE LESS WE LEAN TO EVIL AND THE MALIGNITY CAPTURE US
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Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Life is so sophisticated
Today is the third Friday of January 2010. I am writing these meaningless things at home, but do not think I am desperate. I have so many hopes deep inside me. I am going to try to express the feelings that have been trying to come out for a long time, this time.
I have been working at a private foundation for about six months. I have a nice and relaxed job in Istanbul, but the salary is not enough to build a comfortable life with the girl whom I adore and want to marry. It is also not enough to help my family. However, while I am complaining about this, so many people outside these walls, which shelter me, are struggling to make a living with very little money. This makes me crazy.
I want to help people, but I cannot.
Anyway, there is no use in writing these things here. I have decided to do something very important in my life. I will go wherever I am needed because every inch of this country belongs to us, and if we do not protect it, GOD DAMN, SHIT WILL HAPPEN.
I want to volunteer to go to the southeastern border of Turkey while I am doing my compulsory military service. And if I can, I want to spend the rest of my life there.
Everybody is afraid. Everybody hesitates. Everybody locks their minds and mouths.
It is too difficult for a nation to have such a territory for a thousand years, but we achieved it, as we always have. If so many people were able to sacrifice themselves for this country, so can we.
I am aware that maybe I am writing in vain, but this is all I can do for the time being.
Whatever.
I want to mention how my days are spent. Every day, I wake up, go to work, have classes, and come back home at 10 p.m. Friday is my day off.
Very enjoyable, right??????
I have been reading a book about Abdulhamid II of the Ottoman Empire. I claim that if this man had never been born, we would not have had either Atatürk or Turkey. We owe this country, first to GOD, and second to the Ottoman dynasty (of course, not all of them).
I miss having exams. I miss talking with my friends from university.
I miss you guys: YASEMİN, EMRAH, MUSTAFA(S), AKİF, MEHMET, TANNUR, YAĞMUR and her group, AHMET(S), ŞEYMA, and ÖMER, despite everything that happened between us.
Whatever.
Happy Birthday ŞEYMA
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEYMA. I HOPE YOU WILL BE REACHED BY ALL KINDS OF HAPPINESS AND PEACEFUL AND SUCCESSFUL LIFE. I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE A NICE BIRTHDAY, UNFORTUNATELY EVEN TOUGH YOU ARE FAR AWAY FROM YOUR DEAR HUSBAND, BUT DO REMEMBER YOU HAVE GOT FRIENDS EVERYWHERE.
BEING REMEMBERED MUST BE A PERFECT SENSE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEYMA I EXTEND ALL MY GOOD WISHES TO YOU
P.S. LOOK AT THIS LITTLE CHILD AND PLS JUST SMILE FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
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Görebiliyorsan, dokunabiliyorsan, nefes alabiliyorsan, yürüyebiliyorsan ne mutlu sana.
Elinde olmayanları söyleme bana.
Elinde olanlardan bahset can.
Üzülme.
Geceler hep kimsesiz mi geçecek?
Gidenler dönmeyecek mi?
Yitirdiğin her ne ise; bir bakarsın yağmurlu bir gecede veya bir bahar sabahında karşına çıkmış.
Bil ki, güzellikler de var bu hayatta.
Gel Git’lerin olmadığı bir hayat düşünebilir misin?
Hüzün olgunlaştırır,
Kaybetmek sabrı öğretir.
Üzülme, dert etme can.
Görebiliyorsan, dokunabiliyorsan, nefes alabiliyorsan, yürüyebiliyorsan ne mutlu sana.
Elinde olmayanları söyleme bana.
Elinde olanlardan bahset can.
Üzülme.
Geceler hep kimsesiz mi geçecek?
Gidenler dönmeyecek mi?
Yitirdiğin her ne ise; bir bakarsın yağmurlu bir gecede veya bir bahar sabahında karşına çıkmış.
Bil ki, güzellikler de var bu hayatta.
Gel Git’lerin olmadığı bir hayat düşünebilir misin?
Hüzün olgunlaştırır,
Kaybetmek sabrı öğretir.
My Dear ISTANBUL


