A homeland is not just a border line. It is not a land on which politics is practiced, a state apparatus on which bureaucracy operates, or a technical map. These are the outer shell of the homeland, whereas the soul of the homeland breathes much deeper, in the heart of the human being.
People love their homeland because they share their time with it; they knead their pain, memories and hopes with it. Sometimes he carries a possibility that has not yet happened, the hope that one day he will be able to meet that land again. So what is a homeland? Is it a geography with drawn borders, or is it a belonging that one establishes in one's heart?
Homeland is not only the state. Time passes, regimes change, the state structure may change, but the homeland remains like an unshakable fortress in the midst of all storms. That is why the homeland is not what is owned; is the one that is claimed. When a society endures even the greatest suffering with great dignity, with the cry of “Thanks to the homeland”; when a mother sends her son off to eternity with a seal of devotion, it is clear that it is the homeland, not a technical structure, that is decisive here. This is not a rational choice, is a matter of ontological existence.
Ancient Resemblance and Common Destiny
This truth is not unique to our lands. Our closest neighbor When we look at Iran, it is possible to see the ancient similarity between us. Just like us, they are a people who mix pain with poetry and see the homeland as a matter of identity and honor rather than a map. Although their state structures are different, they are our fateful partners in “carrying the homeland within”. Perhaps that is why we are the ones who will understand that deep bond of sadness and resistance the best in the world.
The homeland is protected by technical power, but what really keeps it alive is the collective heart that beats in its veins. This heart; in the healing of the doctor, the calloused hand of the worker, the clear mind of the student, the merit of the civil servant and the ancient dignity of the peasant beats at the same tempo. Because to love one's homeland is not only to wait for borders, but to defend justice and labor with the highest efficiency in every link of the social division of labor.
The Power You Need
Gazi Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, “The strength you need is in the noble blood in your veins.” is not just an ordinary phrase of praise. It is the transformation of a millennia-old feeling into a concrete action and an unshakable will in the most difficult moment. It is the very truth that reminds us that a nation can rely on its own inner strength even in its most difficult moments.
Because the homeland is not just a place to live in; it is a monument that rises in the conscience of those who feel it in their souls, those who pay the price and those who carry it silently on their shoulders.
It is the existence of this unshakable monument that imperialism has never been able to measure and calculate with all its cold mechanical calculations. This is the impenetrable steel dome.