Doğu Türkistan Seyahatnamesi
We had breathed the air and touched the soil in the heart of Turkishness.
We were so happy to have come to our ancestral homeland after thousands of years that we did not feel hungry or thirsty; it was as if we were floating on swans in the skies of our homeland in a dream world.
The Silk Road no longer exists; because the lands of East Turkestan are closed.
Everything is gone.
The tunes of the epic storyteller from Khotan no longer echo on the walls of Chinese palaces.
Everywhere is covered with sand.
The ink of the histories written in the lamplights has run out.
The camel bells fell silent and the merchant from Kashgar never opened his shop again.
And what about the eternal sleep of the lazy Buddhists?
What about Mahmud's loneliness in Opal Village?
Is there anyone who knows about the mesmerization that has been established in Kumul?
How about following the traces of those lost in East Turkestan and the Silk Road?< Show More
