TE16 Turkish Delight

Nazli Karabiyikoglu accepted everything he knew about you, and his wish was to look at the setting sun while drinking coffee, together. Everything that connected him to his land, you had all. Conflict, noise, crowds, sound, sweat, chaos. You stood straight. You didn’t go with him.

Noah was my father. I grew up with you.

The dark room’s child

A Turkmen named ‘Oghuz’ read our destiny backwards All at once and from a book without an Elif 2 —Hüseyin Ferhad, “Lir ve Zencefil Yolu”

It’s the third time I repeat my name. She keeps calling me with the name of the one in her dreams. I’ll allowonce more. I’ll accept that I don’t have a name, and that I use other names than mine to introduce myself. Everything will be simpler. The tongue won’t contradict with the body. She’s one of my mothers. I can’t hurt her. I’ll ease my thirst with honey and fig from faraway lands again, and not with water. Tonight. I’ll shove my teeth and my nose in the plurality of the tiny seeds. My lips will get covered, and my tongue will find the bitter milk on the fig leaf. At that moment, with the reviving strength of the poison, I’ll come back to earth again. A ball. I’ll be holding me in me. I’ll look at myself and think that I look like a cat, peacefully sleeping. a furry ball. Head

2. Letter of the Arabic alphabet.

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