■ Listen to me you depressed one: Don't be vexed anymore. Remain alert but stay calm. Look inside you heart, these days will pass as well. Let a thousand freshest breaths fill you this night... Today you understand what you don't want, tomorrow they will understand what you want: The night has hands, which can even sweeten the darkest brewed tea... And your most beautiful tomorrow is brewing now.
■ The orders vomiting black orders deranging the world would one day be deranged themselves. A new order would arise with ease stemming from hardship: An order which would first dispense the dark. Its time is coming, we are living in its dawn; its light will wipe out the tears on your eyes...
■ A new age has arrived; a new generation, a new person and a brand new life: Not based on denial but refusal; not based on memorization but inquiry... An age declaring every tyrannical order as rotten: An age loving to write on walls "we are coming to pull the rugs you are sitting on"
■ The new generation has risen up without compromise, royal and without bowing to anyone: Ramming the gates of the palace like thunder. As the palace is shaking, the one biting its own tale shivering, you shall hear the resentful voice of Goliath falling down... Let it shout!
■ The age arrogance was tied around our neck sucking down our blood... We decided to teach a lesson to these calloused, these hasty, these mischievous claws: We patiently breathed like Bucephalus even while this age's teeth were on our neck because we knew that when we decided to run, not four but twenty legs would come out.
■ The new age has started its gallop, and it from Asia Minor: It makes each of us dream of Paris without Eiffel but an independent Paris. We look to their eyes knowing every tradition and habit will be wiped offed the face of the Earth. Because our eyes see the 'one coming' even better than Colombus' binoculars...
■ Look not into the words of tyrant but into the eyes of wronged: You will see humanity there always standing upright. No matter what was befallen, what will befall; it will all happen in that dark eyes of the wronged not in the ancient ever present lies of the tyrant!
■ A Roman orator whispers: "Become your own universe in desolations". Look, the wise heralded this age even then; now these good tidings become real; you become your own universe in that vast desolation: You shall not be a hermit, you shall be at ease you depressed one...
■ Take a deep breath; a huge, fresh one once again. Don't cower, stand upright. You are the universe and no cerement is ever sewn to fit you inside: Now it is time to begin your gallop till you make the one promising only death cry out...
■ Rise up, run like the wind: Transform your beautiful spirit into a black, wild and free mustang. Run to make them disturbed; run so that they cannot even rein you again... Let the Tam Tams of Justice play once more; run to topple this black order with twenty thousand hooves shaking the Earth!
■ The ones coming with a thousand waves will be devoured with one huge wave. The residents of Terror Town will say: "What a monster we became". Your country will savor of a beautiful silverberry blossom even in the deep of the night. Now let Goliath brood on Fitrah - the primordial human nature...
Ozan Önen | November 22, 2015 - Istanbul
