Göçebe Kuşlar

Nomadic Birds; A true story that tells the story of a family as fragmented as its country, through the journey of two brothers born in the heart of homelessness, to their roots, their homeland! It tells about those who experience the horror of breaking away from their belongings in different ways, exile, refugeehood, loss, incompleteness, ambition, anger, denial, and the love that everyone can follow but cannot find. The heroes of Wandering Birds sometimes look back at the heart of the world with the naked eye as bloody notes pour into their lives, sometimes they hold tightly to the hope in their palms and those magnificent views of their childhood, and sometimes they trace the pain, sorrow and sadness hidden in lost images.

As you progress through the pages, you will encounter the silence that echoes in the dark wells, the determination that breathes soul into even a pebble, and the belief in freedom embodied in Sur and Cizre. So, in those dark days when a wild age descended on us with hemlocks and poisons, you will meet those who ignited the fire of rebellion of an unquenchable passion in their hearts, those who said goodbye to us smilingly with the mercy of the wise, even as the sea expanse silently sank into the scorching waves of their fiery beliefs. As you progress a little further, you will come face to face with the dead-end streets of a country trying to rise from its own ashes, with lost loves, with those who resurrect life with their breath in every season, and with those who make the sun rise again every morning, gently caressing the hair of the free mountains with their coral fingers.

Ultimately, Wandering Birds are always a guide for those who are lost in their own age. While all the helpless people who have lost their way and soul in the burning deserts of despair and loneliness open their wounds again and again and leave traces with their blood so that they can reach the green oases from which crystal waters gush, the heroes of the story will turn to those behind and ask again: “What is a heart if not a country! What is a dream if someone else isn't breathing there!”