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Once upon a time, I will say a

hundred years ago, you can say today.

There was a Messenger Abraham.

No, David, what did we say? Keep the

Messenger's face blank in your mind.

You are going to put faces on

all the other characters.

Do you know what a Messenger is? He

is a man who delivers one's news...

...one's message or one's wish

to another on horseback.

Well, it was a day...

Just like today.

It was a chestnut horse, it could

carry the whole world on its back...

all day and all night, never tiring. The

road was long, the road never ended...

but Abraham's water ran out.

He found a well near

the side of the road.

And whatever happened, happened

just at that very moment.

When Abraham

drank the water...

He cried and fell on

the floor.

All of a sudden a vision appeared

before his very eyes. An old woman.

My God... What happened

to that poor man?

mm, Yunus hurry on over.

There is someone out here.

- What is happening?

- Yunus, who is it?

- Run, hurry.

- What happened to the poor thing?

- Turn him over.

- What happened Grandmother? Who is it?

Whatever happened to

you son, do tell.

No, no don't be afraid... Hurry

up and bring some water.

- Hurry, run.

- Run... Run.

Early in the morning, before the rooster

crowed, I got up. There was a loud noise.

I saw this man in front of the door.

He had fallen to the ground.

His nose and mouth was all in slobber.

He couldn't speak...

He was feverish, the poor

thing, he was burning up.

Does anybody recognize him?

Know where he is from?

Grandmother, you're touching him but are

you sure he is not rabid or anything?

Let's get rid of him Grandmother.

Let's throw him into the river.

He will spread his poison to us.

Don't talk crazy. He is

not going to bite me.

And if he is going to poison

anyone, let it be me.

The poor soul. What are we going

to do? Throw him out?

Son, can you speak? Please try...

Open your eyes.

What is going on here?

This kind old man is telling us a tale.

Ferhat, get your lazy ass home.

Your mother needs you.

- Brother Adam? Are we going?

- I'm coming.

I wonder who he is? What is

he telling the children?

- I hope he is not trouble.

- I don't know either.

...but he seems like a good man.

A poor wanderer probably.

When the man roared

"What's going on here?"...

Everyone cowered

down in front of him.

He was an evil man.

He had left no evil undone

upon the villagers.

He only thought of himself, causing

harm to everyone around him.

No one liked this man,

and do you know why?

- Is it because he did bad things?

- No. They didn't like him...

...because they feared him.

Evil acts can be forgiven. Man, and

even God can forgive the bad...

...but people really hate

what they only fear.

Angela! Where have you been,

girl? Where's the water?

Hurry up and go get the water.

Don't you have anything else to do, you've

gathered all the children around you.

All the chores are left undone

in our homes because of you.

Is that little girl the only one

taking care of your house?

It seems so; her hands are

covered in open sores.

- She is very sick. She keeps coughing.

- What's it to you?

- Why don't you mind your own business?

- My own business?

- Cemile!

- What?

Cemile, don't worry yourself, girl.

I'm going to go into town...

...and get some officials and have

them all thrown out of our village.

Enough already, as if one crazy

wasn't enough, now we have two.

Sister Esma, don't be rude.

Be on your way.

Get lost, I'm not going to learn

my manners from you...

Come on girl, get going.

Children, you can listen to the

rest of the tale tomorrow.

I will let you all know when.

You all get on home now.

Yes, we shall leave

the rest for tomorrow.

Mister, my father has gone home to sleep.

He left the coffeehouse to me.

Have a cup of my coffee and

we can chat a little?

Mister, I won't ask you where you are

coming from, or where you are going to.

I am sure that you have been

asked that question a lot.

But, I am going to tell you this.

If you are a wanderer, a traveler...

...you are in the wrong place...

The wrong village.

Why is that?

This village is not like other

villages, Mister.

It's obvious that you have seen

a lot, you are a well read...

...learned man. They will not

understand you here. This village...

It's as if this village has taken upon

itself all the sins of the world...

Lots of things go on here.

You wouldn't know. You seem to be a good

man; do not stay here... Keep on going.

No, I cannot go, if I go the

tale will be left untold.

Why must you tell it?

Because, I have nothing else to do.

What am I without my words?

But you said "Even if

tongues stay silent...

...the hearts still have a

hundred ways of speaking. "

- The books I read say the same thing.

- That is true.

...but my tale is not the kind you can

be silent about. It must be told...

This tale must be told.

Must be told so that my

heart can stop its burning.

You won't be telling me to be quiet, you

would be telling me to die, young man.

Do you love that girl?

My father doesn't want her. No one

does. Because she has a bad reputation.

Before me, she was seeing a fellow

from the neighboring village.

When he married another,

Emine's name has gone bad.

Her father was going to

kill her, but I stopped him.

Her mother and father have moved away.

Mary took Emine in to live with her.

They were going to kill her

but I stopped them.

- Still, it seems, you don't love her enough.

- What more can I do Mister...

What are you waiting for? Go get

her and run away together.

There are thousands of places

for two people to live...

If you wanted.

Tell me the end of the tale... What

happens to the Messenger?

Send a message secretly to all children.

Bring them when everyone is asleep.

I saw an empty barn down the road.

I will wait for all of you there.

- You can all find out the end of the tale.

- Mister, you are playing with fire.

The fires you know cannot

burn the likes of me.

- The end will be disaster.

- Imagine the worst catastrophe...

- You can think of. I have lived it, Omer.

- Don't... You are scaring me.

If you fear, then you can

never know the ending.

And what you do not know the

ending of you will fear forever.

Once all has gone to asleep... at the

empty barn down past the cemetery.

Come on, come in Esma.

- I am not coming in, I will wait outside.

- Why don't you come in and have a drink?

- It will be rude to the men.

- No.

No need, I drank a lot

with them in the past.

You never drank with these

men. You must have...

...drunk with their fathers

and grandfathers.

Do not be foolish and do

not waste my time.

Look, you are not going to

make her dance, are you?

She does not know how to dance.

And you said two men...

No more than that... She has

a life, too. Do not forget.

Ok sister, leave all that to me. Two

of them prefer boys anyway.

And we cannot stay too late. They

are already gossiping in the village.

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