Mehmet Akif Ersoy

Mehmet Akif Ersoy

Mehmet Âkif Ersoy (1873-1936) was a Turkish poet, author, academic, member of parliament, and the poet of the Turkish National Anthem. Widely regarded as one of the premiere literary minds of his time, Ersoy was further noted for his command of the Turkish language, as well as his patriotism and piousness and his support for the& Turkish War of Independence. As a gesture of gratitude, a framed version of the national anthem typically occupies the wall above the blackboard in the classrooms of every public as well as most private schools around Turkey, along with a Turkish flag, a photograph of the country's founding father Atatürk, and a copy of Atatürk's famous inspirational speech to the nation's youth. He currently has a university in his name in Burdur. Ersoy's portrait was depicted on the reverse of the Turkish 100 lira banknotes of 1983 and 1989.

by Mehmet Akif Ersoy
loose English translation by Michael R. Burch

Earth’s least trace of life cannot be erased;
even when you lie underground, it encompasses you.
So, those of you who anticipate the shadows:
how long will the darkness remember you?

Child Rights and Obama Care

I'm not going to talk about the kids taken to fall asleep early, because of they tires,or even the kids pay attention to what they  eat. .I’m talking about kids that be abused, disabled, homeless, is employ at a young age. Our country is a party to the Convention on the rights of the child, 02.09.1990 was enacted. According to the statistics now, the following issues are still unresolved. Refugees (children make up over half of the world's refugees) Hazardous labor exploitation physical abuse sexual violence and exploitation recruitment as child soldiers Police abuse and arbitrary detention of street children Orphans and abandoned children without adequate care Sexual abuse and trafficking Lack of access to education, or substandard education. I wish to talk about these issues, how often would that Obama care in USA.

Paravane

PARAVANE


All I can see in the dark , on the side of the road, the other side of the barrier, swaying left and right bushes like crazy. In the pitch darkness, hid headlights, he left them out in the open, thanks to the wind. After a while, I realized that I no longer get numb, I sound of a painful brake. I slowed down the car behind me, quite recently to me now that I did. The silence and stillness in the car, outside, the storm was passing through with a hundred miles an hour. Although not all the tremors in my right ear, my balance was from top to bottom. That's me, carrying me, penetrating winds.


I get chills in my ear brought an irresistible case, headphones, Edith Piaf, was all their splendor, cruelty in their life, be happy, though, screamed. After a bit of everything I've ever seen in the city, but it was a camera, I dispersed after seeing another shape-changing to impersonate and film studios.



When I got home a little lighter is my pain, I was sure I would have a deep wound. Because of their efforts to change those cells regeneration, color. The same color until that wound, centrifuge, who knows how to wait.  Separation difficult, have thought of death, there was a knock on the door. Coming, myself. He took a glass of a wine the best. He never went inside without speaking. My favorite single sitting on the couch;

-To love is to live the life of someone else-. He said.
I thought to myself, while I see what you mean, He have already filled the cup of wine and drunk. Sheer joy, seemed drunk without drinking.


-To be a woman, at the same time, it means to be a man. To a man, the more women will need to be placed, it is born from the rigidity that, only a feeling of softly. I Said.

The words out of my mouth looked like a theater.  I was like a puppet, I am playing. Smart, my infinite. At this time, I went with the feeling of me to save the mirror

-I didn't want to come face to face with real.  told me by myself. Because all the mirrors in the House  were  turned opposite. So how was I didn't deny myself reject it. I fell asleep with death on my lap, hugged, although  with the separation .

A LETTER

It would be a party to what you think is not necessarily right all the time. Ever wonder what a feeling to want to prove. Can you describe to me,? Forgetting to live that moment again and again every morning and night I write like you want to delete. And wait for the download, how does it feel the same? I'm not the same route you to watch the effort azımsamıyor. Five people from the same force to the route, the route also requires resetting the aberrations as conscientious objectors leave them alone, I think. And what's going to happen again, a time period that do not fill a lifetime. This is an unforgivable crime? In fact, it may be a little biased to decide alone?    

 While the feelings are buried in the backyard after he died when useful. You want a kind of illusion, a kind of sound you're looking for a bubble outside you couldn't dare go into never. When you hear the sound of running water in the song. Joy and sadness at the same glass kesiştirdiğin. I wonder that you have feelings. Maybe you'd better tell me something you can't resist, can never qualify. What would be nice, at least I know why something Coun. Or bury it gently deeper. If you have a fear of losing, you do not need to be? Be sure that you boldly resmedercesine dominance.Not knowing how many times a watch that comes with the end of the film.