Tag Archives: M. Şeref

Fear

Posted on December 5, 2022 by hazinedar

The boy was afraid of dogs. The dog he feared most was a brown street dog. As brown grew older, he walked less, Took shelter in bus stops. One day, for the first time, Brown crossed the boundary of their … Continue reading →

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Reed-Flute

Posted on December 2, 2022 by hazinedar

“Now listen to the reed-flute’s deep lament about the heart ache of being apart.” Rumi Jalaluddin Mevlana In the high school dormitory, A friend with his reed-flute Played the requests of his friends, But, too, entirely different tunes And some … Continue reading →

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Heavy as Tears

Posted on December 1, 2022 by hazinedar

Helpless and without hope, he wandered the streets. One evening, he sat Under their tree in Kandilli. As he walked home, Rain was pouring down, Heavy as his tears. M. Şeref (1944). Heavy as Tears.

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Send Me Your Worries

Posted on November 27, 2022 by hazinedar

She sat hands folded over her stomach, Hardly talked. Send me your worries, she would say. During sajdah in salaat, Her little grandson Jumped on her back. She just kept on praying. She was in her sixties. When her son … Continue reading →

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Hidden in Babies’ Names

Posted on November 26, 2022 by hazinedar

The young who listened to his enthralling talks Always remembered him in their old age, But they did not tell the young what he had told them, Nor did the young ask. Some of his knowledge, however, Can be found … Continue reading →

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Red Alarm

Posted on November 24, 2022 by hazinedar

15:00 hours. Lugash Military Forces Central Garrison. Red Alarm, All leave is cancelled. In the command rooms, Commandants are playing card games at tables in groups of four. Commandant Moustache (does not comply with any “no moustache!” order), Commandant Lion … Continue reading →

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Tucked In

Posted on November 22, 2022 by hazinedar

Dad quietly tucked me in at bedtime. I would be awake, But I liked to look asleep. Now, when worries keep me awake, He quietly comes and tucks me in. M. Şeref (1944-). Tucked In.

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One Night

Posted on November 21, 2022 by hazinedar

He was everything for the seaside swimming pool. The regulars watched with awe His daily diving display From the nine-meters high tower. Everyone liked him. He liked everyone. One night, he dived Into the street from Balcony of his fifth- … Continue reading →

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Help Me

Posted on November 20, 2022 by hazinedar

I opened my eyes in intensive care, Closed them again, A world of colours appeared in the darkness, The world of my childhood kaleidoscope. I was brought here after found unconscious in my room Next to three empty bottles of … Continue reading →

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To Tease

Posted on November 19, 2022 by hazinedar

He would travel on the bus wearing his watch the wrong way round To tease other passengers. One day, he first called at a pharmacy on the way home And then bought two bottles of brandy, Sat on a chair … Continue reading →

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