Hasbıhal-Name from Sincan to Edirne

Hasbıhal-Name from Sincan to Edirne

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Memory Souvenir Daily Letter Books
Author
Idris Baluken
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99 Piece
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DİPNOT0155
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Footnote
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This is our fifth winter in prison. … If I were asked to answer the question of what we did for five years in one word, I would say “we lived.” We lived here the same way we would if we were outside. If I were allowed to describe it in two words, I would say "we lived by resisting".
 
I would like you to see my letter as a journey on the paper ship that he launched from his cell in Xinjiang Prison into the turbulent waters of his soul. What his comrade wrote is what he saw along the way.
 
During the hours I took a break from writing, you stood before me as if you had been transferred to my cell in Sincan prison. Sometimes we would deepen the conversation, sometimes we would go for a walk somewhere. For example, we watched the calmness of Kırklar Mountain in peace and looked at the gentle flow of the Tigris together under the ten-arched bridge. While diving into the milk foam pouring from Düzgün Baba's style at Munzur Springs, we were in a hurry to catch up with Ana Fatima and light our kindling before dark. We held the most enthusiastic rallies that destroyed the loneliness of isolation in Lice, Gewer and Cizre. The heavenly beauty of Lake Van and the legendary majesty of Mount Ararat were in our palms. We sang the folk song "Feqiriye Çolik mi vira ne şına" together in a spring weather when the Bingöl mountains wore their green clothes with colorful flower patterns. While we were out, we visited the villages of Palu and Gökdere, which we had planned many times but could not carry out for different reasons, without rushing. We chatted with our rebellious and noble fire-hearted people in front of the loudly burning tin stoves until the morning. They served us roasted potatoes, lols, kombes and pastries with lots of onions and butter drizzled on them. In Hani, our poor villagers filled the trunks of our cars with tandoori bread, fruit pulp and walnuts. Our objections did not help. We remembered Sheikh Sait, Sheikh Sharif and Faqi Hasan in Piran and Dare Heni. In Riha, the land of the prophets, children with hoarse voices recited such stans and klams in the mood of dengbej...
 
İDRİS BALUKEN

Publisher : Footnote
Number of pages : 186
Publication Year : 2022
ISBN : 9786057414373
The heart : Turkish
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Çok güzel ve eğlenceli bir kitap sitesi olmasının yanı sıra kültürel ve sanatsal açıdan geniş bir yelpazeye de sahip.
Savaş Kocaman | 16/09/2024
Çok değerli eserler bu sitede var kesinlikle bakılmaya değer
Yusuf Özkan | 26/08/2024
Baş ê serkeftin
H... D... | 26/08/2024
Siparişim çok hızlı ve iyi şekilde paketlenmişti teşekkürler
Ömer Tekin | 23/08/2024
Kaç yıldır kitapları bu siteden temin ediyorum harika bir yer
Ayrıca pirtukakurdi olması saygıya deger bir kitap alışveriş
Sitesi.
MEHMET Yıldız | 09/07/2024
Bulunmayan kitapların bulunduğu, kaliteli hizmetin adresi, ender bir kitapevi...İsminin kürtce olması da ayrıca sebeb-i tercîhim...
Bilal Kaya | 27/05/2024
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Eyüp Emre Aydın | 19/05/2024
Başarılı
Mir Yıldırım | 27/04/2024
Gayet güzel bir sistem var kargo hızlı ve sağlam gelmişti
faruk yalçın | 13/02/2024
Site çok hızlı
N... E... | 28/12/2023
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Hasbıhal-Name from Sincan to Edirne This is our fifth winter in prison. … If I were asked to answer the question of what we did for five years in one word, I would say “we lived.” We lived here the same way we would if we were outside. If I were allowed to describe it in two words, I would say "we lived by resisting." I would like you to see my letter as a journey on the paper ship that he launched from the cell in Sincan Prison into the turbulent waters of his soul. What your comrade wrote is what he saw along the way. During the hours when I took a break from writing, you stood before me as if you had been transferred to my cell in Sincan prison. Sometimes we would deepen the conversation, sometimes we would go for a walk somewhere. For example, we watched the calmness of Kırklar Mountain in peace and looked at the gentle flow of the Tigris together under the ten-arched bridge. While diving into the milk foam pouring from Düzgün Baba's style at Munzur Springs, we were in a rush to catch up with Ana Fatima and light our kindling before dark. We held the most enthusiastic rallies that destroyed the loneliness of isolation in Lice, Gewer and Cizre. The heavenly beauty of Lake Van and the legendary majesty of Mount Ararat were in our palms. We sang the folk song "Feqiriye Çolik mi vira ne şına" together in a spring weather where the Bingöl mountains wore their green clothes with colorful flower patterns. While we were out, we visited Palu and Gökdere villages comfortably, without rushing, which we had planned many times but could not realize for different reasons. We chatted with our rebellious and noble fire-hearted people in front of the loudly burning tin stoves until the morning. They served us roasted potatoes, lols, kombes and pastries with lots of onions and butter drizzled on them. In Hani, our poor villagers filled the trunks of our cars with tandoori bread, fruit pulp and walnuts. Our objections did not help. We remembered Sheikh Sait, Sheikh Sharif and Faqi Hasan in Piran and Dare Heni. In Riha, the land of the prophets, children with deep voices recited such stans and klams in the mood of dengbej... İDRİS BALUKEN DİPNOT0155
Hasbıhal-Name from Sincan to Edirne

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