Kitap Uygulaması - Darul Kitap
Ahmed Kalkan
Kur’an Kavram Tefsiri
Konulu Siyer
Makaleler
Müslümanın Akaidi
Müslümanın Müslümanlaşması
Müslümanın Güzeleşmesi
Müslümanın Evlenmesi
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Why should I forget the nameless one, that woman whose existence is questionable? I don't forget. Anyway, I'll place it on the ceiling now.
Maybe you don't know that many of the whitewashers - let's not say many, at least some of them - paint ceilings, walls,
Alas, alas, foolish oleanders,
or they embroider healing tuberoses.
When Mr. Altuğ or Ms. Ziynet are sleepless and in the dark they look away from those around them and stare at the ceiling,
They may also see a dismissed archangel who is indecisive about whether to put it on the right shoulder or not when a good deed is performed, who is unable to return from the path he started from.
Whatever the whitewasher thought and felt at that time,
He thought of Sirkeci, Sansaryan Inn, the cat jumping from the balcony, the village road blocked by snow and similar things and carved a sign from them on the ceiling.
Well, if the days of Altuğ Bey have been spent all day with things like money, banks, buy and hold, bargaining, how many people have entered my temple of trade-consumption on purpose, they only see the white and dark whitewash applied to the last floor, their questioning gaze turns sideways, sighing, without getting anywhere. In the light shining imperceptibly from outside, they distinguish their own swellings that make them shiver.
Oh my strange painter, why are you thinking about these, look, November is coming, go into this house, paint the ceiling and walls, make a few boils, come at noon, go and eat your meat and bread from Konya Sofrası in the corner.
Sayfa 25 - Badanacının Bir GünüKitabı okudu
