{"id":281755,"date":"2026-01-21T08:55:34","date_gmt":"2026-01-21T08:55:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/?p=281755"},"modified":"2026-01-21T08:56:35","modified_gmt":"2026-01-21T08:56:35","slug":"the-city-of-the-forgotten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/the-city-of-the-forgotten\/","title":{"rendered":"City of the Forgotten"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-281758\" src=\"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/nrhn.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1600\" height=\"900\" srcset=\"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/nrhn.jpg 1600w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/nrhn-18x10.jpg 18w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/nrhn-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/nrhn-696x392.jpg 696w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/nrhn-1068x601.jpg 1068w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1600px) 100vw, 1600px\" \/>Hello, Universe;<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>One spring evening, she passes by \u00c7aml\u0131ca Girls' High School in Ac\u0131badem. 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.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>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...<\/p>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>I met you one spring evening,<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>You were in a flurry of joy.<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>When I look deeply into your eyes,<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>Why did you bow your head?<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>An old desire awakened in me,<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>He said this is what you have been looking for all these years...<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>Now I ask you to bend my neck,<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><em>Where were you before?<\/em><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<p>These lines inspired Fuat Edip's deep feelings to transform into Selahattin P\u0131nar'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.<\/p>\n<p>But I ask:<br \/>\nHow many songs have remained in our memory in the last fifteen, twenty years?<br \/>\nHow many of them were we able to feel the emotion Fuat Edip experienced while listening to them?<\/p>\n<p>No...<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Hello readers of HalkWeb, my dear comrades.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>I will tell you...<\/p>\n<p>Fuat Edip's feelings on Selahattin P\u0131nar's plectrum,<br \/>\nIn the splendor of Necmi Ziya's canvas,<br \/>\nThe elegance of the Balyan family's architecture,<br \/>\nIdil Biret's dance with the keys...<\/p>\n<p>I will tell about our city.<br \/>\nOur neighborhood<br \/>\nYorgo the grocer, Agop the tailor, Albanian Mehmet the greengrocer, Salamon the junk dealer, E\u015fref the butcher, the old lady across the street...<\/p>\n<p>I will try to remind us of what we have forgotten.<br \/>\nI will write to inspire hearts.<br \/>\nIn order to leave a more livable city for our children...<\/p>\n<p>Peace be with you...<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hello HalkWeb readers, my dear comrades. I will meet you in this column. You know, there is a corner in our neighborhood where we gather and chat... This is exactly the kind of place.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":281758,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[286],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-281755","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-yazarlar"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281755","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=281755"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281755\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":281759,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281755\/revisions\/281759"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/281758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=281755"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=281755"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=281755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}