Jî bo bîranina bave mın Ömer🩵Duygu ve Düşünce
Vî derdi ez xılas kır
Dıl û ceger helak kır
Ez bekes û kas kır
Dıle dıjmın fıreh kır
Jiyan bırinamın geşkır
Ronâhiya dılemı de reşkır
Xeyalemın bermı wendakır
Ez bı xwere jı xerıb kır
Çave mın her şev hestırexwe derbas kır
Hevi jı roj be roj Jı mın dur kır..
B.Ü
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Jî bo bîranina bave mın Ömer🩵Kurdî
Ez xulama wi çave şîn
Rûye geşım
Heyrânâ we bejna bal
We xûye bedewım
Ez birîndarê derde te
Dûa kare beheşta rêwşa bavê başım
Ez dua xırabe xızmen ne baş
Emina hewşa mala lawen xûya xweşım.
B.Ü
Sen bana Kürtçe bir Gül ver,
Ben seni Türkçe seveyim...
Sen bana''NEWROZ'' çiçekleri topla Mezopotamya'da,
Kızılırmak olup aksın gözyaşların Anadolu'da Toprağa can katsın
Ben sana Türkçe karanfil toplayayım
Anadolu'nun ovalarında...
Sen bana Kürtçe "BERXEMİN LORİ" de
Ben sana Türkçe "AĞLAMA YAR" türküsünü diyeyim...
Dicle gözlerini bırak Mezopotamya'da
Umutlar yeşersin gözyaşlarınla suladığın topraklarda
Ve umudu olmayanlara dağıtalım o umutları...
Ahmet Arif
Newroz pîroz be.. Bâhâr hâtî ser çâve hâtî🫀💐🌿🤍
Nightwing (1996)
right here — on this spot — and on this date all these years ago… is where chill decided to shred not just bruce’s life with his .45 automatic… but also his mom and dad’s, who probably had a lotta love and lotta good to offer their only son and this city in the years to come. because of that simple pull of a trigger, bruce’s childhood was gone and his future dictated. i want to cover his eyes — our eyes — no child should see what he saw… what we saw. thinking of bruce kneeling here alone in the blood of his mom and dad— the cordite of the fired gun still fresh in the air… it takes everything i have to hold the tears back. so much loss. it’s strange how in the end that cold, evil deed even dictated my own future. i see bruce. i see me. and seeing those old wax spots on the cave floor a few weeks ago got me thinking about the oath i made to bruce… and what it really means. the light from the candle didn’t just help us see the words better that night… the light from this candle was a beacon for the wounded soul of a young boy… it helped me see a path of selflessness and devotion. devotion to the common good. and the light must always shine no matter what. in those singular, life alterin moments… we both had to depend on the kindness of strangers. and lucky for us… there were loving and caring people… at the end of all that pain and horror. thank you, bruce. there will always be hope in gotham city.