13 Mart 2023 Pazartesi

Reflections

 Monochrome, Monotone, Missing.


I can see behind myself lays a garden of roses, to the point of horizon and dawn, the west.

In front of me, is a garden, lifeless. To the point of birth and horizons forgotten, the east.

First, a feeling has to be explained, a feeling of stillness. Of unmoving fervor, of a flower unripe, without decay nor life. A cloudy emotion; a monochrome blood-related notion of historic sickness. A neglected body and a forgotten past. It is not that the garden is empty, the problem lays in the very veins which the garden carries. The roots and the ways which we have admitted ourselves to, yet we cannot imagine another life. Another garden. A flower ripe with motion and life. A monotone barrier is what only lays before us, of unimaginative resolutions and ungiving solutions which we must break. 

I am writing this in english and not in turkish, because I want others to read it. People from all edges of eurasia to know my pain. A legacy of Turan is my only dream, the death of my dream is my only nightmare. What difference is there, between my pain and the pain of my brothersFor the first time in history sons of Turan are being enslaved. From the furthest reaches of finland and hungaria, to the cities of japan and anatolia; to the endless steppes of turkestan and siberia, my call is to every single person I hold dear to this pride. 

The vastness of Turan consumes me. Such a nation can exist, and it will realize itself. I see no state which is occupied as legitimate, and it is a truth that Turan is under siege. But we know too well, freedom is priceless and our enemies have no honour.

Turan is not just a name, an ideal or a region. It is a civilization, it is people, it cannot simply mean a body of land extending from Thrace to Dzungaria. I do not believe in Turkism. Of course it is a priority for me, the unification of Turkic peoples; and there are rats who would reject even that, with all their hatred and lowness. Turan is not dead, is what we must first acknowledge. Turan is not a plan for the future nor a plan drawn in the war room, Turan is here with us today. What we must realize, is the expulsion of invaders. 

In Hungary and Finland, Europe. In Turkey, Turks must be the ruling people. In Siberia and China, our people are under the control and oppression of dogs. In Japan and Korea, the Americans are still present.

Unity is not to be realized with the swords of intellectuals nor generals doing their work from faraway rooms but it shall be brought to life with millions of us, in squares and palaces, ruling our own nations. In the heat of those moments, burning away the monuments of enemy occupation, taking down memories of the siege. The public must know, we must be present in society everywhere. The Turanid spring will be one for the people, not of colour revolutions. 

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