This is a geography of migration.
Here no one dies where they are born.
My father was born in Sivas and died in Istanbul.
My uncle was born in Sivas and died in Germany.
This is not a “minority issue”.
This is the fate of everyone living in this land.
Muslims and non-Muslims alike; Turks, Kurds and Armenians alike.
Because this geography does not hold you, it pushes you.
Thousands of years of civilizations “we are the owners of this land” He said.
Then they became cemeteries.
The land is gone, the claim is gone, the people are gone.
States thought they were permanent.
Borders were drawn, flags were hung, speeches were made.
But man was displaced again.
Because the order here was established not to make people live, but to rule.
Today I am 58 years old.
Just yesterday I remember the mischief I used to do in primary school.
The thing in between “life” It isn't;
debt, fear, obedience and waiting.
What have we produced?
What did we leave?
Most of us just survived.
If we're lucky.
Cemeteries “very important” full of people.
They all had unfinished projects, unfinished cases, unfulfilled dreams.
But the state continued.
The system worked like clockwork.
Like military service
“It will be over” They said.
My military service is over, 30 years have passed; military service is still not over.
Because it is not the individual, it is the mechanism.
The world is spinning.
The system is working.
Human beings are being ground.
Our fights, our ambitions, our egos...
We think it's all ours, but most of it was taught to us.
Work more, consume more, shut up more.
End life while postponing happiness.
We go to the cemetery every week.
We pray for him in his forties, in his 40s.
But we do not question the order that makes the same cemeteries grow every day.
Let's do a simple experiment:
Let's put our lives in a plastic bag.
Arrogance, fear, greed, silence, wrongs...
Let's mix it.
Can we bear the smell?
It is not worth it.
But in this geography “is it worth it” who asked, "What's going on?.
Because this land
not peace, but conflict;
not with justice, but with power;
It was governed by need, not by people.
That's why it's Sunday.
Enter the cemeteries.
Visit old people's homes.
And think about this:
For whom this order lives,
Why do we just die?
Good Sunday to everyone.
Peace be with you.