HALF FACE (Get lost into the parallel Time)

THE MESSENGER

Mihca was amazed with the things his student told them. He thought that he might have made a mistake somewhere or something might have gone wrong. Being in yet another different place when she woke up might have hurt Zülfüleyfe.

But he concluded that no harm was done by observing the current situation. Now, the rest of the story has become more intriguing for him. He wanted her to go into every small detail since he wanted to know everything.

"Yes Sir! Exactly as you said, I woke up to another dream within my dream. I was worried about this in the beginning but then I learned all about it while I was still in the dream.

After looking out from the window, I returned inside and gazed around. It must have rained recently since my wet and muddy shoes were at the front door. There was a pair of man shoes right next to mine but they were dry. It must have been me, who came from outside.

I moved from the room toward the inner parts of the cottage heading to the kitchen on the left side. I have already noticed the smell when I was in the first room but I haven't really understood it.

There were eggs with tomato in a pan still cooking on the stove. I could smell the eggs and tomato in my hand.

I wondered if I have cooked this meal myself. When I looked outside, I saw smoke coming out from the left side of the cottage. My wet shoes were also confirming the situation.

I saw a paper on the kitchen table. Sir, I still have difficulty understanding what was written on the paper.

If you wish I can read them to you and maybe you can enlighten us...

Mountains and rocks,

If they ever see half of your face;

Shall be willing to compromise.

Even if the messenger hails it from the unknown

Will you not hear the call of my own?"

"So beautiful! The person dedicating these words to you, says that not the whole but even seeing only half of your face reflecting all your beauty will be enough to soften the mountains and rocks.

It implies that all stoned hearts will soften against your beauty. These words don't show that you are the most beautiful, these are words flowing from the very heart of the person looking at you.

I will tell you about the unknown before the messenger. As a matter of fact, unknown is not subject which you can talk too much about, it a subject which covers everything which has happened in the past, is and will be happening now and in the future.

Anything that would have happened but altered due to decisions and events are also included in this concept. In short, it is a big bundle of unknowns and the angel which carries all the news is The Messenger.

The person who wrote these is saying that; even if you know what has happened or what is and will be happening now or in the future, that is, even if The Messenger lets you know all about them and informs you that I am the one who calls you, won't you be hearing my call? He is telling you that he is directed to you, asking you to look and see and hear him.

While you were telling us all these, I didn't want to cut in but there is something I want to say. I have already explained it to you but Sariye should also listen since it is a matter of importance to both of you.

Do not make your decisions rapidly. Especially do not decide on a person without seeing and hearing. Eyes are one of the main causes of misguides.

You should not believe everything you see either. Heart and soul should be involved in this stage.

As you have experienced here, most of the things you see with your eyes usually do not exist. One should be very careful about illusions. I feel as though you have been in an illusion, therefore, please keep telling so that we can all learn what has happened..."

Sariye definitely was the most silent person in the room. Even if she had an idea it would have been very difficult for her to intrude. According to her, there was a very intense complexity inside the room.

She was unable to place events in order. But her friend had all the keys, all she wished was her to open these doors and lighten up her heart.

"My master, you have explained it sufficiently for me to understand. I can think better now. Actually, I know the person who wrote these but he did not give me a full explanation asking me to find the meaning myself.

I headed to the hallway, holding the paper I have found in the kitchen. I was curious about the owner of the shoes sitting outside, in fact I was a little bit scared.

As soon as got out of the kitchen, the door rang. Someone was knocking gently on the door. I headed to the door and when I opened it nervously, I saw a girl of nine years old at the door step.

She was holding a plate in her hand filled with food which I haven't seen before. She told me that her mother sent me this food and asked some of our food in return.

I was walking back to the kitchen with the plate in my hand when my sight caught the calendar hanging from the pole in the middle of the room.

Calendar showed August 18, my birthday but it was not the reason why I dropped the whole plate to the floor with astonishment. It was indeed the year written in small numbers.

It was 1549, that is twelve years from the date we currently live in and fifty-one years before the dream I have woke up from.

I heard the little girl laugh when I was down on my knees. When turned back to look at her, I felt as though I have seen the image of a person I knew recently. I got up quickly and brought the food she wanted from the kitchen.

I heard footsteps from upstairs when I was about to ask her some questions. The footsteps were moving downstairs in our direction. The little girl left as soon as she grabbed the plate and I did not get the chance to ask any questions.

I closed the door and tried to clean the food on the floor but the person from upstairs has already reached me before I can do any cleaning. There was a pair of feet standing right next to me but I did not have the courage to look up.

You, the owner of the secret;

Can you show me the secret hidden in your mystery?

Should I fall in love with the love in your secret

Or with the secret of love?

You said "your beauty is intimate" to my eyes,

What is the use of water without its drain?

Without water, our rose will wane.

Without our wind,

our moon faced one,

What would our sails regain?

"how much life you have?" you asked.

This is state of love

This is state of relive

Will you take it if I offer my life?