Istanbul and Aleppo

We are witnessing a war between goodness and evil, beauty and ugliness, mercy and ruthlessness, morality and immorality, faith and denial. This is a tough struggle. Any evil might be expected from a rascal who places a bomb under a table and explodes it from a distance. We must wait. Can the one without honor have a homeland and faith? Let us note that the average lifespan of a dog is 12 years. Some dogs live for 80-90 years. Unfortunately, our country and region are full of them. We must fear those who do not fear God. Fear is not an escape or surrender for us, but taking measures. Our nation is the people of education. It waits for the right time. We are waiting.

Murat Küçükçifci's spiritually refreshing verse says: "One day, ablution is performed for revenge."

Every day, new pages are added to the universal history of ignominy in our region.

Overwhelming news and images are coming in from Aleppo while writing on the Beşiktaş attack.

Let us say for both: This is not a struggle for independence or homeland defense, but a result of Islamophobia and intolerance toward Muslims. It is a crime on its own to not tolerate the existence of a single person.

We have been writing on the issue of the “faithful and treacherous” on all occasions for months, hoping that we can be helpful. A faithful person lives for God and dignity, while a traitor is the one who digressed from this.

On Saturday, we passed twice around the stadium. Then the bitter news came. We knew from the very beginning that there were a lot of victims and unspeakable footage. For this, a broadcast ban was imposed. While planning to write on the Mavi Marmara case, the Beşiktas attack took place. While collecting information about the attack, the Aleppo tumult emerged. We do not know what will happen tomorrow. We know that we are never going through a normal day.

I am confused. While trying to write on the Beşiktaş attack, Aleppo comes to my mind and haunts me.

I did my military service in the eastern provinces in the years terror had peaked. It has been a quarter of a century since then. Terror still continues. It seems to be getting stronger. One thing is unseen now, but it will surely appear one day: As the only son of the family, I was 10 years old. My father looked at me and said, "Our children are grown." I suddenly grew up there. Ours is a trivial detail. The important one is: Thousands of children from the nation and the ummah have grown up and are growing up overnight because of their painful experiences. These boys could not speak yet.

What is our duty? We see freedom and generation together. To be independent and protect our generation. We must protect and raise our children well.

On my own behalf, I am writing this peace by hiding my face in shame and sadness.

As far as I know, there are two riot police centers – Bayrampaşa and Vezneciler – in Istanbul's Rumelia side (which I do not call Europe). I often pass by these two centers.

Very young policemen who seemed young enough to me to be children. The saintly children of our holy nation. The hopes of poor families. Like specialist sergeants. I cannot help but smile at their youth. I passed by Vezneciler two days after the Beşiktaş attack. I saluted our policemen, looked carefully at their faces. I felt like crying.

When I returned home, I looked at the faces of our victim policemen again. Clear and clean. I also thought of the policemen who were killed by traitors in Gölbaşı during the coup attempt. I remember the faces of destroyed or captured terrorists. We do not uselessly call it "the war between beauty and ugliness." The science of faces.

Every day they take a precious piece from us and they pull it away. How far will this go? What does the statement that "our blood stocks are sufficient" after every major terrorist attack tell us, while living in the same land with so many dastards? I look back at the past five years. The deep wounds inflicted by those who feed on hatred, grudge and instigation on our national sphere and souls. The lack of prudence in most of our administrators. We wrote many times and said: "What is sieged together with Aleppo is Turkey and Anatolia." Our politicians had difficulty understanding this. When they understood, it was too late.

Where are we now and what should we do? We are in a dark night.

The morning comes to the voice of hope. I hope we will keep our hope. Sometimes things are not as we want. We must stand firm and stand our ground.

One of the leading and still living figures of the Syrian resistance told the following things to a friend of mine who is very interested in the region: "Turkey has remained the only bastion of the followers of Sunnah. Turkey must save itself from this fire. We do not want anything else.”

This is the other side of the matter. We need to view the Beşiktaş terror act from this perspective.





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