The Tree Brothers

Let me tell you a story of this world. This is a story about the fates of three brothers lived apart.

The first one I’m telling you is the younger. He lives for satisfaction, but he has the hunger. He seems like never aging, and has the looks of a boy. Time is nothing to him, and he’s full of never-ending joy. You could say that he’s living as he wants, but he is a curious little guy, like every creature lived before. And this is how it happened:

There was a warm breeze in the air when he’s sleeping under an elm tree. The sun was lighting his eyelids like it never lit before. And that was the first time when he saw the white rabbit. The snow-white rabbit was staring at him, so his curiosity grew bigger in his idle mind. He stood up in a second and tried to catch the rabbit. But the rabbit dodged him and ran into the woods. After some lovely chase, he found himself in a glade where sun is shining brightly. There was a blanket on the green sea of grass. It was made of silk and checkered with white and black squares. And on it, there was lying a woman of beauty. She has the beautiful eyes of a sculpted maiden. But he had no lust on her, for her looks made him feel miserable. And he did not even see the beauty. That he couldn’t. He trembled in fear of future and hurried into the woods back. He decided to forget what’s happened and to come here nevermore. And he did enjoy his entire life in freedom.

The second one I’m telling you is the most peculiar. Everyone tries to reach him and everyone likes him. But only few can talk to him. And yet, he has no friends…no friends but cats. He lives in a small hut near the lake. He speaks none, but listens much. He loves his cats with pure love and embraces them all day. His days are monotone, but time can harm him not. He lives the moment and enjoys the moment. He feeds many animals every day. And one of them is a white rabbit. A white rabbit, as white as milk. And this is his fate:

It was in a day of chaos. The wind was howling, and it was raining cats and dogs. He suddenly woke up with a heavy sound. He saw the wooden door broken, and the wind was so eager to take his furniture outside. So he headed out in a hurry to leave his once sweet home. And that he saw the white rabbit blowing in the wind. He tried to catch her with his arms, but he succeeded not. The wind drove the rabbit into the woods, and he entered following. He lost her and cried her name before he sat down with despair. He fell asleep under the needles of a pine tree. And he woke up before the sun was set, roved the woods for a time. Then he saw a wooden hut in the deep forest. The hut had a pile of rocks in front of it, checkered with white and black paint. He entered the hut hoping it’s empty, but it was not. There was a beautiful woman sitting on a chair in front of him. He fell in love with her beauty, but saw the books on the shelves and paintings on the walls, so he stayed quiet. He feared the woman; he feared the woman’s creations. Those words were strange and uncertain, and the paintings were impenetrable. His love didn’t fade, but he feared her for she offered him no serenity. He escaped from the hut and found himself at the very door of his home. But the hut was in a good situation; even the door was not broken. So he prayed and asked GOD to never see her again.

The last one is the oldest. He is old as time. He read every book and met everyone. He has no home; that he sleeps where he feels weary. He’s never been joyous or happy. And he has felt no peace. The life had been hard for him, and time harmed him badly. Yet he did not give up the fight. But eventually, he got tired of his life. He fell upon the ground and tried to breathe deeply through thick air. The grass was wet, so was the weather. Then he saw a white rabbit, flitting hither and thither. He watched her playing; and watched her as she left. Then he heard the voice of something he knows not. And he saw beneath the trees, a blinding light came out. He headed that way and asked crying:

“Are you the Faun of myths?”

And there was silence. He asked again:

“Are you the white deer of the faerie folk?

And then, there was silence. He entered the woods crying:

“Who might you be?”

Then he saw the light again, and heard the voice saying:

“I might be the one that you’re looking for.”

He fell upon his knees, facing towards this beauty. He had never known a thing as beautiful as her. Her eyes were shining with knowledge; her hair was singing the songs of the faerie folk. And her lips were telling the truth:

“I might be everything wanderer, but I feel sad for your kin. Your little brother saw me once, but he didn’t even see my beauty. And the other one was with me once. He loved me, but he spoke not. He turned his back on me, and escaped my presence. And you… What about you old man? What is the difference?”

Tears went down his beard, but his heart was in joy.

“I am different my lady. You are the one I’m searching for. The young one’s name was JOY, and he did live his life with joy. The older one is PEACE. He feared of changing his customs, he feared of losing his comfort.” he said in tears. And then, he stood up like a young man:

“I am SEARCH my lady. My search never ended, nor my desire for you. And you…” He opened his arms in the air saying:

“And you are the TRUTH.”

(PS: I wrote this little story for my friend Gino’s project on DeviantART, the Dreampunks: http://dreampunks.deviantart.com/ And also this is the very first story I wrote entirely in English.)

Alternatif Kültür

This is a page found by me. I named it as “Alternative Culture” and it includes some book; movie; band; anime etc. reviews. Sorry guys, just in Turkish.

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Yaklaşık bir buçuk sene önce kurduğum Alternatif Kültür sayfasına sizleri de davet ediyorum. İşte sayfamızın ön yazısı:

Her insan yaşadığı toplumun kültüründen beslenir. Hem olumlu hem olumsuz yönde… Fakat teknoloji geliştikçe insanlar ortak kültür dediğimiz bir şeye maruz kaldılar. İnternet, kitapların yayılması, dergiler ve televizyon o kadar büyük birer araç ki kültürü yaymak için dünyanın hiçbir ülkesi bu fırsatı tepemedi. Şimdi çoğumuzun etkisinde kaldığı bir ortak kültür akımı var dünyada. Bu stratejinin amacı insan kişiliklerini ve farklılıklarını köreltmek. Ve diyebilirim ki siyonistler tarafından kontrol edilmekte. Fakat toplumda bazı insanlar bu kültür zenginliğinden istifade etmeyi de biliyor. Ve ortaya benim “Alternatif Kültür” diye tanımladığım bir şey çıkıyor. İşte burada hepimizin sevdiği ve en azından bir açıdan faydalı olduğunu düşündüğü eserleri birbirimizle paylaşmaya çalışıyoruz. Maksat burada kaliteli yaşamak. İnsan da başaklar gibi boşken dimdik, doluyken başı eğik bir varlıktır. Bu yüzden yaşadığımız duyguları paylaşalım arkadaşlar…

Burada paylaşabileceğiniz şey; bir kitap, dergi, müzik, sanat, haber, hatta ve hatta hoşunuza giden bir olay bile olabilir. Önemli olan bunları paylaşmak. Çünkü dünyadaki en güzel şey olan sevgi bile paylaştıkça güzel…

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Alternatif-Kultur/113528948713891

Arayış

This is a little piece of story in Turkish. It’s not a real story. It has no end nor beginning. It’s more like a scene from life.

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Her yer bembeyazdı… Sisin o taze ıslak kokusu burnumu okşarken avluda uzanıyor; odun kesmekten yorulmuş kaslarımı dinlendiriyordum. Ne rüzgârın uğultusu ne de bir canlının sesi sessizliği bölmüyordu. Belki de sisi bu kadar sevmemin nedeni buydu: sis, sadece düşüncelerin olduğu bir ortam oluşturuyordu. Düşünmeyi gerçekten severim ve hemen hemen her şey üzerine düşünebilirim. Bazen neden bir şehirli olarak doğmadığımı düşünürüm; hepimiz aynı şekilde doğuyoruz ve seçme hakkına sahip değiliz. Peki, bizi bu farklı şartlara koyan nedir? Şehrin şatafatı ve eğlenceleri gözümün önüne gelir bu zamanlarda; tanıştığım şehirlileri düşünürüm. Çoğu, “huzura erememekten” sıkıntılanır. Hâlbuki benim gibi bir dağlı için bu ne kolaydır! Doğa, huzur demektir. Doğada aykırı bir ses duyamazsın; tüm ağaçlar, hayvanlar, dereler tek bir şarkıyı söylerler. Huzurlu bir düzenin şarkısıdır bu. Şehirlilerin tanrıları bile karmaşa içindedir. Sürekli bir taht kavgası, sonu gelmez entrikalar zinciri anlatılır mitlerinde. Böyle şeylere inanabiliyorlar; çünkü düzeni yok etmişler. Dünya üzerinde düzen bir tanedir; ben buna inanıyordum. Sadece henüz o düzeni bulamamıştım. Muhakkak “bir ve tek” tanrı vardır; ama hala kafamı kurcalayan bir soru vardı: “madem bir tek tanrı var; o halde neden insanlara gerçeği öğretmiyor?” Babama bunu sorduğumda sözlerinde cehaleti gördüm. Annemse soruya daha duygusal yaklaşarak “onu bizim bulmamızı istiyor” demişti. Bilemiyordum…

Yeşil ıslak çimenin üzerinde ormanın beyaza dönüşünü izliyordum. “Bana sorsalar her şey beyazdan gelmiştir.” Beyaz hiçliği temsil eder; ama bu beyazda yaratım gerçekleşmiştir. Gözlerim açıktı; ama görmüyordum. Her yer bir ve tek beyazla kaplanmıştı. Sisin içindeki buharın hareketi bile düşüncelerimi karıştıramıyordu. Derken bir karga geldi bağırarak. Göz alıcı bir siyahlıkta ıslak odunların tepesine kondu. Bana dikti bilge gözlerini. Bir amacı varmış gibi… Gerçeği biliyordu: Tanrı’yı ve düzeni biliyordu. Bir süre bakıştık. “Karga olmak isterdim biliyor musun” dedim gözlerimle. “Öğreneceksin” dedi. Uçup gitti.

Hayvanlar, içinde kaybolduğumuz hayatı oldukça basit görüyorlar. Çünkü evrenin bilgisine sahipler. Saçmalamıyorum. Her hayvanın amacı bellidir ve o amaca ulaşmak için gerekli bilgileri vardır. Bu doğuştan gelen bilgidir. Örneğin bir hayvan doğar doğmaz nereden yemek bulacağını ve neleri yiyemeyeceğini bilir. Bizse bilgiyi öğrenmek zorundayız.

Ahşap kapı gıcırdayarak açıldı. Annem, yemeğe çağırıyordu. Yavaşça doğruldum, gerindim. Baltayı ambara koydum ve eve girmeden son bir kez nemli havayı içime çektim. Kızarmış patates ve kekik kokusu havayı doldurmuştu. Evimiz küçüktü, ama yeterliydi. Hayat genelde ana odada geçiyordu. Ana odanın köşesinden yukarı ahşap bir merdiven çıkardı; üst kat tavan arasıydı. Dar taş holün iki yanında da ahşap kapaklı bölmeler sıralıydı. Buralarda yiyecek ve eşya depolardık. Ufak hol ise, akşam benim yatağım oluyordu. Annem ve babam aşağıda uyurlardı. Evin hemen yanında ufak bir ambarımız vardı. Yerin altında, tohum, yakacak ve aletlerimiz saklıydı. Annem yere serdiği örtünün üzerine sıcacık panpudatı koydu. Kekik ve tulum peynirinin patatesle karışımından oluşan lezzetli bir yiyecekti bu.

-”Odunlar bitti mi?”

-“Evet anneciğim. Ellerine sağlık, her zamanki gibi çok güzel…”

Bir süre konuşmadık. Soğuk kuyu suyu patatesle güzel gidiyordu. Annem arada karnını okşuyordu. “Bugün de uyutmadı” dedi. Sekiz aylık hamileydi. Annem görece yapılı bir kadındır. Ama şimdi karnı resmen ağzına gelmişti. Sanki bir keçi yavrusu çıkacaktı oradan. Annemin gözleri bir an daldı; babamı düşünüyordu. Dua ederek şükürlerimizi ilettik. Günün geri kalanı benimdi.

 

Dream Store

Dream Store is a project of me about sharing our stories and poems. It is a nice facebook page. But it’s new; so it needs some volunteers; I mean dreamers are what we need. I’ll be happy if you join us. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dream-Store/155086564540624

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Dream Store, İngilizce yazan yazarlar için kurduğum bir hikaye ve şiir paylaşım sayfası. İsterseniz siz de katılım gösterebilirsiniz. Ama tabii yazınız İngilizce olmak kaydıyla. İlk hikayelere birer resim çiziyorum. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dream-Store/155086564540624

Life Holds Miracles

Have you ever stopped the flow of living? Have you ever thought about what you do everyday? Time is much more precious then we think. But we’re giving it away for free. We show no respect on what we do. Popular Culture creates a society of consumption. We create not. And we’ve became so used to this insane system. Our god is our lust; we’ve become slaves to our passions and desires. We obey their law of herding. They’re herding us like sheep! Our life has became monotone in itself. Depression is what we get; and it will lead us to suicide. They’re tricking us with unseen drugs. We’re wearing the latest and popular shoes; we’re reading the “bestseller” nonsenses; we’re watching the mind-fucking TV shows and yet we sense no insanity in this. But behold my friends; brothers and sisters, see now what our life has become. But we can still change ourselves, save ourselves from this extinction. Because this world is much bigger than that; life has more beauty in itself. Life offers the best fruit to us when we sense its joy. When we step into its forest; when we get soaked under its rain; when we close our eyes and listen to its rhyme, life shows us its miracles. And when we share ourselves with friends, living becomes a miracle itself.

May GOD show you the way; and you never lose the brightness of the light he gave. Stay in peace.

Introducing Khamiir the Bard

Khamiir the Bard is a original character of mine. And now, I’m writing a story about him. Actually I’m creating his world like Tolkien. A brand new world with its culture and history.

Enough explanation. Let’s hear it from him:

I was born in Asmorran Reckoning 2978. My mother was Neilaar the Warrior and my father known as Mai-Kesh the Bard. He was a well-known bard all over the Empire. But he was also a catman from Dulamar, which they call home. After he’s married my mother, they travelled to a port city called Latsa. It was the biggest port city in the Empire.

Here’s a little poem about my birth:

He was born in a cloudy night when storms singin’.
People all asked: which she be bringin’,
A that cries much, or a boy will make’em proud.
There thay saw the semi-catman, that will take over his kin.

They named him Khamiir. In his eyes, there was no fear.
The boy’s lips were roselike, his hair grew manlike.
Mom waited for him at home, Father wrote for him a poem.
Born the semi-catman, at last his adventure began.

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Khamiir the Bard, benim orijinal bir karakterim. Ve şu anda onunla ilgili bir hikaye yazıyorum.  Aslında Tolkien gibi, kendine has kültürü ve tarihi olan bir dünya oluşturuyorum onun için. Üzgünüm ama İngilizce yazıyorum bu hikayeyi.