Hello, Universe;
When he was 19-20 years old, he saw a beautiful girl in his dream. He falls in love with that girl. For years he dreams of finding that girl, but he cannot find her. He is forced into marriage by the pressure of his family.
One spring evening, she passes by Çamlıca Girls' High School in Acıbadem. The school bell has rung and the students are dispersing to go home. Just then a girl catches his eye. This is the girl he had seen in his dream years ago.
The poet almost freezes and passes out. The student notices this and bows her head in embarrassment. The poet stares at the girl in his old age. But it is too late for everything.
As he continues on his way as if he has been shot in the head, he mumbles these verses; he picks up pen and paper and starts writing...
These lines inspired Fuat Edip's deep feelings to transform into Selahattin Pınar's melodies. That beautiful love composition is still on the tongues and in the hearts today... It has never gotten old for years, as if reliving that moment.
But I ask:
How many songs have remained in our memory in the last fifteen, twenty years?
How many of them were we able to feel the emotion Fuat Edip experienced while listening to them?
No...
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Hello readers of HalkWeb, my dear comrades.
I will meet you in this corner. You know, there is a corner in our neighborhood where we gather and chat... This is just such a place.
I will tell you...
Fuat Edip's feelings on Selahattin Pınar's plectrum,
In the splendor of Necmi Ziya's canvas,
The elegance of the Balyan family's architecture,
Idil Biret's dance with the keys...
I will tell about our city.
Our neighborhood
Yorgo the grocer, Agop the tailor, Albanian Mehmet the greengrocer, Salamon the junk dealer, Eşref the butcher, the old lady across the street...
I will try to remind us of what we have forgotten.
I will write to inspire hearts.
In order to leave a more livable city for our children...
Peace be with you...