Today I decided to revive this blog. In case our readers needed more inspirational stories from people experiencing different cultures, countries and way of living, I will today introduce you the article of Sabiha Kapetanović, a member of AEGEE- Izmir. Originally Bosnian, this young girl has decided to move to Turkey, and made us lucky enough to share her inspiring stories with us. Also, she likes to interview people with experiences just as intereting as hers. Today's post has the title: Journey to the East and is the interview with Vahid., who has got his own blog.
Firstly who is Vahid? J
- I got chance to meet with people that were part of
nations I didn't know that even exist, hear languages I never heared before,
eat food I never ate before. And all of it had it's magic. We have saying „If
you want secure future, you have to know your own history“, and there,
in Turkey, I realized that my history, is our, human history.
Who we are? Where do we come from? Are we all from
the same sinners Adam and Eva? What and who made those invisible borders
between us? Why do we hate each others, and why do we love each others? What
kind of pasion and desire is living in humans that is making them so inexplicable?
Questions that I am asking myself every day. Because I can't understand why we
are constantly lifting walls around ourselves.
I have luck that all of my friends are specific persons, with all their beauties. And here I want to share with you unusual memoirs of my friend, Vahid, who visited East of Turkey, place known as not so peaceful nor democratic.
Firstly who is Vahid? J
Vahid's story starts 03.08.1988.when he was born in
Novi Pazar, city which is now part of Serbia. As he said he grew up in a religious
spirit, where he was thought to be tolerant and to show respect to everyone, with
no difference. As Vahid said if he hadn't grown up in multicultural area, as Balkan,
probably he wouldn't have been the same person as he is today.
After finished high school, he ran away from home,
to other, different world, that he didn't know that exist, Turkey. Living away
from home, on the beginning wasn't so easy, but by time, you realize you won
more than you lost. Turkey has awakened in Vahid the hunger and desire for
knowledge.
I visited many cities of Turkey, but I couldn't
leave Turkey without visiting the East. Where civilization was
born. Through school all stories that I heared seemed unreal, and now I was
there with chance to discover reality. I wanted to see, feel, and discover
secrets of mysterious East.-
And there Vahid's interesting journey starts, here
you have opportunity to read some of Vahid's amazing experiences from the East.
DIYARBAKIR
My
trip started in Diyarbakir, which is capital city of non-existent state of
Kurdish nation. Through the city is passing famous river Eufrat, which was main
orientation many times through history. From airport I entered in bus which was
going to the center of city, and on my big surprise driver
of that bus was a woman.
I
have to mention that before I will start my trip, as I am just human under
different influences, I heared a lot of
negative things about this part of Turkey, but my stay here proved the opposite
of it. Truth is that incidents are happening, but like on every other place.
And disagreements between Turkish and Kurdish people is old story, but it
doesn't mean that you don't have those who are getting good along, as I could
see it. My first impression was, normal, I didn't see nor feel anything from media's
stories interpretations.
I
took walk down the streets, and I reached Safa (Parli) Mosque. It was built in
16. century. Unusual thing about this mosque is, while they were building it,
they mixed mortar with different nice flavours, so mosque could always smell
nice. I talked with Imam of mosque and he told me that in center of city live
around 800 000 of people, together with 4 more municipalities that are part of
Diyerbekir it has 1. 600 000 people.
Most of population are Kurds with minorities of Turks and Zaze.
Who
are Zaze? I never heared of them.
Took
from Internet: The Zazas, Kird, Kirmanc or Dimilis are an Iranian people whose
native language is Zazaki, spoken in eastern Anatolia. They primarily live in
the eastern Anatolian provinces. Almost all speakers of the Zaza language
consider themselves as Kurds. Name Zaza is mentioned in Bible too, where it
means – abundance-.
After
Safa I visited Ulu Mosque, which is 5th the most important mosque in Muslim
world, it was used for spreding Islam. Firstly it was church before Arabs
invided Diyerbekir, it is the oldest mosque in Anadolia. Style of architecture
of this mosque was taken from Umayyad mosque from Damascus which is
particularly important for both,Muslims and Christians. Because there is story
that in that place when Judgment Day comes, Jesus/ Isa a.s.will appear.
In
my long walk I met an old man Catin
Yilmaz, Protestant, who is living in Diyerbekir for 35y. He was very nice
and polite man. Together with him I went to visit Protestan church which is
built before 12 years. In church I met few people, we had nice talk, they were interested
and surprised; who am I, how did I come ect. One of questions was; did anyone
paid my trip, as I said no, they gave me 50TL, to have it, you never know.
This
act reminded me when I was kid, when guests would come to visit, they would
always bring some presents for kids, or leave us some money. Those acts would
made us infinitely happy.
So
my next step was with kids that I met in one old Mahallesi- neighborhood. They
reminded me on my childhood. I couldn't believe that I am seeing kids in this
century playing outside with each others, and playing Klikera- taws-. As today,
we from the west know only for computer, playstation, GTA, PES ect.
With
my, already mentioned 50 TL, I bought bag full of sweets, and went there to
share with them. On the beginning they looked scared. Despite of it they
realised I am not joking, sweets were for them, they were smiling, laughing,
you could feel warmness coming from them. For me that honest happiness was
enough. With that they conquered me, and I conquered the world.
MARDIN
In
my visit to Mardin, one night I got atraccted by sounds of music that I could
hear from my motel. I went out to investigate the bar. Music that I heared
there was the most interesting music that I heared lately. It was rock’n’roll, but hell of rock'n'roll.
In
Mardin you can find few nation, like Arabs, Kurds, Turks, so music was
combination of all of their languages. And they were sitting there together,
playing it together. It is kind of funny when I think of it, I never thought to
look on you tube for some arap or kurd
rock song... So many prejudices
around us... I asked guitar player could I play something, with a simle on his
face he gave me his guitar. And there I was, in Arap-Kurdis-Turkish bar playing
guitar. I played 2 songs, one on Bosnian, one on English.
What
experience! When I think of all places and people that I met, it seems like I
am dreaming. I am trying to put everything on paper, on photograph, but it is
impossible. There will be some places and people that will only stay in my memory,
never told.
After
I played, whole bar knew where I am coming from, and they greeted me with loud
applause.
.............
Next
moment I was on place where you could hear silence, there was no people nor
housewarming, nothing.
Stop!
Who came from the West to ruin my silence?! Who are you?!
East!
I came to teach me peace!
You
came to ruin my silence!
East!
I came to teach me peace!
So,
there I was, sitting with East. I was observing beauty of East, and I let East
to teach me peace. On the moment I felt how I am part of West, but part of the
East too. Then I felt how Earth is round, and Space whole too.
...................
I
attended the service of the Syrian Orthodox Church
Took from the internet:
The
old Syrian Orthodox Church is known also as Jacobite church. After the
persecution of Antioch (Arabs conquered Antioch 638 yrs.), Church relocates its
headquarters in Mardin (Turkey today), then in Homs (Syria), and the 1959th in
Damascus. Syrian Monophysites serve the Liturgy of St. James in Syria. The seat
of the Church is in Damascus.
The
service was in Arabic, Syriac. One act of prayer particularly attracted mine
attention. Hands in the air, on the
way the Muslims do it too. They were repeating the prayer in itself. Service
was attended by about 60 people.
MIDYAT
In
this area you will see one of the earliest collision three largest monotheistic
religion. Big part of those places of worship and important historical sites
are preserved. People still use them for the service, and for adoration to the
Only One.
While
I was leaving Mardin, behind me
childerns were running and waving me. I knew, I passed exam.
URFA
People
here are different from those in Diyarbakir. Culture is different. More covered
women. 90% of old people wearing Traditional Indian trousers and red, black or
other Palestinian scarf around their
heads. You couldn't see that in Diyarbakir, because of it Diyarbakir is
more modern city than Urfa.
I
went to Balikli Gol (Fish lake). There
you can find old bazaar and fortress, the
place is a tourist attraction. Beauty is in old inns, old mosques, Fish lake,
and little cave where Ibrahim a.s./ Abraham was born.
In
the end of conversation with Vahid he said next for Turkey: „Turkey is one very
colorful country, where many civilizations begun, through which many passed. A
country rich by it's culture, religions, traditions, languages, food,
literature, music, art in general. Sometime I think that Turkish people don't
realize how rich country they have.
Turkish
nation is very hospitable and polite,
and I have high respect for them, their county and culture, they thought
me many things. However they are not really ready to talk about history, and
historical facts. They are scared to admitt, and see beauty of their
multiculturality. They are scared that on that way they will destroy their
country, Turkey.
And
my memoires, I can't describe you my happiness. It was first fairy tale I was
part of. There are so many things I couldn't put in paper. But those I put are
try to describe beauty of East. I hope you could at least partly see it, and
enjoy in it.“
In
my hope that I am giving you other point of view, that you can't get easily, I
enjoy in sharing, retelling and writing this kind of stories. Natural, realistic
stories, stories without manipulation, stories
about people, that are coming from people, and being voice of people.
Vahid
Hodzic
Sabiha Kapetanović
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