The fertile land between the Euphrates and Tigris rivers, stretching from Diyarbakir to the Zagros Mountains and Palestine “Fertile Crescent” It is called.
It was from here that the sun was first born, and it was in these lands that humanity began neighborliness and solidarity.
Wheat became bread for the first time here. Sheep and goats were first domesticated here. The first cities and temples were built here.
The first writing was done here, and minstrels sang their most beautiful folk songs here. Ferhat and Shirin, Leyla and Majnun came to life here.
Adam and Eve lived here, Prophet Noah built his ark here, Halil Ibrahim, who built the Kaaba, left here.
In these lands, fertility was in the fields, vineyards, gardens and mountains.
The abundance was in color, language and faith. Seventy-two languages were in this fertile crescent.
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As the poet said;
“Bread would have been enough for everyone.
Crows in the fields, rats in the barn, thieves in the bakery, and haramis in the country.
They did not leave as they came.
Some left their dogs, some their lice, some their bastards.
Otherwise, it is not possible for such bastards to be among us.”
The Fertile Crescent is no longer visible through the smoke of artillery shells.
There is no smoke in their ruined homeland.
The voice of the partridge, the breath of the gazelle, every color of the tulip is no longer alive.
The ancient peoples who founded the civilizations of Sumer, Babylon, Assyria, Assyria, Akkad, Chaldea, Elam, Urartu, Hittites, Medes and many more are absent.
There are no bazaars where Kermanshah woven al sash and rosary beads are sold.
Now there are guns, bullets, death and tears in the market.
Today, the Fertile Crescent is barren, loveless, orphaned and crying for blood.
The screams of children and mothers are heartbreaking.
Tigris and Euphrates became tears for the Fertile Crescent.
Here, death is sacred, not living!
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Ahmet Arif wrote like this;
“I have been milked for thousands of years,
They tore him to pieces with their fearsome horsemen
My gentle, early-morning slumbers
Monarchs, aggressors, bandits,
They extorted me.
What a Alexander I'm wearing,
Neither king nor sultan
They have passed away, shadowless!”
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For thousands of years, the peoples living in this geography have not seen peace.
They were forced into massacres, genocides and migrations.
Children, elderly and pregnant women were brutally murdered.
Their language, faith and culture were not respected.
But our children carry in their hearts the legacy left to us by ancient rights.
And their hearts will be free in color, language and belief in this geography.
We will see together...