Anılardaki Pegir (Sıra Konak)
One day, as the morning sun filtered through the mulberry branches and hit the head of the pool in front of the mosque, our neighbor, who was getting ready to go to Eğin, was throwing his saddlebag on his horse and straightening it.
At that moment, our uncle Osman (lawyer) looked at me and read these verses:.
I woke up in the morning and the sun was shining.
My master was tying the horse's saddle.
I looked at his face and saw my master was crying.
Tying the saddle of a horse meant that person was going abroad. And when going abroad, one always cried, without exception.
But the tears weren't shown gently. The moments when the first rays of the sun fell, the moments when the horse's saddle was tied and the moments when one cried softly are long gone...
But they are not forgotten.
When I still hear the words "green frogs", these moments are remembered, even if only as a drop of tear. In my childhood, "leaving abroad" was exactly the same Show More
