This is not a fairy tale.
\nBecause when fairy tales end, the good guys win.
\nThis is just a familiar story.
\nIn a land not far away, there is an agha. But this Agha was not forced into power. He was elected. The villagers elected him. And many times. The agha has many villages in his hands; he has the land, he has the crops, he has the decision.
\nThe peasants work, the agha rules.
\nAgha is tough.
\nHe behaves in a bullying way.
\nBut he is smart.
\nHe is generous to the peasants who support him. He gives them fields, tenders, opens doors. Other villagers are oppressed by them.
\nIt divides villagers according to their identity: faith, origin, lifestyle...
\nEveryone looks at each other.
\nNobody looks up.
\nWhile the fight is going on below, life is completely different above.
\nThe Agha's house is like a palace. It has high walls; guards stand guard at the door. Inside there are those who eat, drink and laugh. They are \u201cour people\u201d. The lights never go out. The tables are never empty.
\nIn one of these villages lives a man named Adil. He is educated. His father is poor.
\nHe knows the land. He knows poverty. Knows injustice.
\nFor a long time he has been thinking why this order is like this. Finally he comes out and says:
\n\u201cThis can't go on like this.\u201d It doesn't shout. He doesn't scare. He doesn't threaten.
\nHe only says this:
\n\u201cI will not move into that palace. Everyone will live in their own house. Land will be divided fairly. Punishment will be fair and reward will be fair. We will live as brothers. Because we all have the same problem.\u201d
\nThis is the first time the word justice is spoken so loudly in the village square.
\nAnd justice, once it is in one's mind, is not easily removed.
\nWith Adil's patience, a table is set up with representatives from each village. At this table, people who are nothing alike sit side by side. There are peasants of all ideologies at the table. So that they get to know each other, complement each other and at the same time supervise each other...
\nEveryone says \u201cunity\u201d. \u201cTogether we will win,\u201d they say. For the first time, the villagers believe that the agha can be defeated. For the first time, the lights in the palace shine a little more carefully.
\nBut there is one person who can't stay at the table for long: Fate.
\nOne day he pulls out his chair. He gets up from the table. He speaks loudly as he leaves. He closes the door hard. It is not clear whether he will return or not. The villagers are surprised. Hope cracks in a thin place.
\nDemoralization.
\nBlind luck most often retreats when it is close.
\nThe villagers are surprised, angry.
\nBut despite everything, Adil continues. Slowly but stubbornly.
\nMeanwhile, a few other candidates emerge. They are neither right against Adil nor right next to him. They wait. They wait until the last moment.
\nThe villagers think they are locks.
\nThey are also aware of this.
\nThe last day comes. They put their weight on the scales. But that pan is the Agha's side.
\nAnd then there are those who hang around Adil. They pretend to be with him. They talk in the squares. They wave to the villagers working in the fields. But at night they dream other dreams. The lights of the palace never leave their eyes.
\nOne of them is Mashallah. He is someone Adil likes and trusts. His sympathy among the villagers rises rapidly.
\nBut his dream is not to sit at the same table with the peasants. He wants superiority, not equality. His goal is not to change the corrupt order, but to take over the order.
\n\u201cIf this order collapses,\u201d they say among themselves,
\n\u201cwe can't do what we want. We have to take power. The peasant fears the powerful. He loves and respects because he is afraid.\u201d
\n\u201cAdil is a good man...But he wants to equate us with the peasants.\u201d
\nAnd of course there are the Chic Chic's. The people have given them this name. They chant slogans \u201cfor the people, despite the people\u201d. Supposedly for the good of the people, they are on the side of the oppressed against the oppressors, even if the people do not want it.
\nThey always talk about labor and the people.
\nBut they do not live with the people.
\nThey dress interestingly.
\nThey talk interestingly.
\nThey come and go everywhere.
\nThey say to the villagers:
\n\u201cAdil is a good man, an honest man, but he cannot win.\u201d
\nNobody asks: Why?
\nBecause if the real question is asked, the answer is uncomfortable.
\nAnd at that point, Adil's friends and comrades come into play. They softly spread the black propaganda that \u201cthe candidate cannot win\u201d. They deliberately sow this evil in the minds of the villagers sweating in the fields.
\nBecause no one really wants the fields taken from the peasants to be redistributed to the peasants. The idea of giving the gold stolen from the peasants back to the peasants frightened the gangs and those who secretly divided the gold with those gangs.
\nFear is stronger than ideology.
\nInterest is more decisive than friendship.
\nAnd
\nWinning
\nFor what?
\nAgainst whom?
\nAt what price?
\nFor whom?
\nThese things are not talked about.
\nWhile those at the table struggle with the table, those next to them struggle with the seat, and the Chic Chic struggle with the bill, the agha waits.
\nQuietly.
\nBecause he knows:
\nHope that is shattered cannot be united.
\nDoubt eats away at faith.
\nThe peasant whose faith has been eaten away is alone when he goes to the polls.
\nElection day comes.
\nVillagers go to the polls.
\nSome out of fear. Some out of habit. Some say \u201cat least we know\u201d.
\nSome vote because of a last-minute suspicion that \u201cthe candidate cannot win\u201d.
\nThe Agha wins again.
\nAnd...
\nThe lights in the palace shine brighter.
\nTables are set. Doors close.
\nAdil returns to his village. It is quiet.
\nThose who leave the table look at other tables.
\nMashallah is happy.
\nThe \u015e\u0131k \u015e\u0131ks traveled from village to village, shouting slogans for Ma\u015fallah, the Mashallah that best suits them to be the new agha. Even before the ballot box had cooled down, the speeches of counter-revolution began to rise. They belittle the votes of the villagers who voted for Adil. They wag their fingers and threaten those who say \u201cwhy did you do wrong\u201d to Adil.
\nAnd the villagers
\nThe next morning he goes to the field again. He works and toils. But the crop is diminishing day by day. Those who stand next to the Agha are joyful. Those standing next to Ma\u015fallah are even more joyful.
\nThis is not a fairy tale.
\nThis is the story of an objection that was lost because of the agha enthusiasts. Because while some wanted to change the order, others just wanted to change places with the agha.
\nThe most painful thing is this:
\nThe villagers who voted for Adil were not upset about the election they had lost, but about the faith that had diminished in them.
\nThe just have been hurt the most not by those they oppose, but by those they thought were on their side.
\nAnd so, justice, which for a moment seemed possible, has dissipated like sand slipping through the hands.
\nWhat remains is the silence and resentment of an unrealized possibility. But possibility does not disappear.
\nIt is only postponed.
\nAnd one day, if the villagers remember to look up again, this story could be written differently.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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