New year’s eve of the millennium I found myself sitting in a lotus position among an orange tree orchard, above a rain saturated ground.
In my mind were thoughts of allah’s hereafter.
Thoughts of colorful fruit trees that are within an arms reach while sitting on couches drinking pure drink that is
Served by those of immortal youthfulness.
In the company of hourly women, the beauty of which only heaven could provide.
As these thoughts were in my mind, I gazed up from my reading and I beheld you, Sevgilim.
At that moment I entered the gate to allah’s hereafter.
There you stood outside on the stone path before me and my eyes beheld the beauty that only could be found in heaven.
Just a few days before I was in the valley that contains the eternal flames for the birthday and birth of the pagan sun god as it rose from the womb of the Mediterranean sea.
But pagan delights are no contestant to such a place as the hereafter.
Here I was in allah’s hereafter surrounded by your beauty and the beauty of Cigdem, Korhan, Mert and natures beautiful mask that conceals the injustice.
We all took a walk to the sea, beside where there were rivers flowing.
It was mert’s idea to make a wish from under the ancient arch.
As for me, I wished for peace and love and for the next few days I was content that both were mine to have.
I loved you even though you had told me not to love you.
I asked you why and soon it was ours to share.
The morning and the evening was the first day.
What a day it was.
A day of drenching rain, brilliant lightening, clapping thunder, and hail from above.
The day Cigdem was lost when just the day before she was defending the honor of women against two stick wielding foes.
Then later wondering where the other pure souls of the world were.
They are forever in travel.
They remain or return to a native or new land.
As the storm kept us moving closer together, the thunder was sent to applaud Korhan’s performance while we all touched our lips to; what did he say, ”great green grass”?
And the morning and the evening was the second day.
When you left me that cool damp morning, you took heaven with you and left me in a world where I am in search of love and a god that forgives me for my weakness and failures while I try to server him.
A god that punishes me not when I stray but awaits for me to return from something I learned of myself while away.
Why is it that while I was away, I was in heaven with you?
You like not for experience in life to be anything but new.
What though do you think about things that are eternal?
What about eternal love?
That is the true heaven I seek.
That is the god I shall find.
That is the life I work to live.
That is where old does not exist.
For that is where the spirit is.
The Spirit that does not age.
For it is the word “Infinity” that was being searched for on the night before this.
And the morning and the evening was the third day.