Ulak Page #5

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I was only fifteen when I was

thrown onto uncle Osman's lap.

At least she isn't aware. What

about me? What should I have done?

She is not aware, huh? Even

if the tongues stay silent...

...the hearts still have a hundred

ways of speaking says that man.

Your daughter is screaming for help

everyday. Turn and look at her face.

See how she looks at you? Then you

will understand everything.

You just say fate and hope for the

best. Blaming fate is the easy way out.

If you are done, be off...

and don't ever come back again.

And you know keeping her chained up? At

least don't do that. Is she an animal?

If she goes off to the well?

You want her to fall in?

I know that nothing

can wash away your pain.

But I promise you that before this

flower dries out. I will save you.

I promise.

I have to go somewhere, father.

I have something to do.

Where the hell are you going?

What do you have to do?

The tea is on. I've swept your coffeehouse

and I've washed the dishes from yesterday.

I am 21 years old and I have done

everything you have told me...

...to do every single

day for 21 years.

...if you ever treat me

like a child again...

...if you ever interfere

with the books I read...

...if you ever lift your hand at me again,

it will be the last time you do it.

Sit... Sit down and

eat your bread.

Emine!

Hush, don't say anything.

I... I'm in love with you.

Whatever has happened has

happened... I don't care.

I love you Emine.

I will come come for you and

we will run away together.

...if you also love me Emine.

You must know that...

I am waiting for the right moment.

And when that moment comes...

And if you also want me Emine.

This mark is my promise to you.

If this mark gathers dust while

you are still in this house...

...then you can come and break

this flowerpot over my head.

Mister... Mister... Come out.

Mister... Send word to the Messenger.

Have him come straight away.

I've had enough. Enough!

Send word to the Messenger; tell

him "Ferhat is waiting for you!".

My child. What happened to

you? Who did this to you?

It is all right... You just send word to

the Messenger. Have him come.

- Dursun, a pipe and a coffee... Now.

- Right away.

- A good day to you sister.

- Yes?

I have a request.

Could you grind these up and

have your daughter eat them?

Why would I do that?

She keeps coughing, her

lungs have caught a cold.

These will do her good. They

were in my sack for a long time.

I gathered them in some

fields. They are medicinal.

- For Angela?

- Yes, for her.

How should I know that these are

good? How do you know?

In the past... I was a doctor...

I know herbs and roots well.

Give this to her once in the

morning and once at night.

Crush them up and add a spoon

of honey if you have some.

- Should we crush them up mother?

- Wait girl. That man is crazy.

How do we know they are not poisonous? We

will ask your father when he comes tonight.

How does this man know

you've been coughing?

I don't know... Remember

he saw me yesterday?

- You were also there.

- Yes.

Omar, a linden tea please,

if it is no trouble.

There is none left.

Actually there is, but none for you.

What?! Is there

something you want to say?

It is the man's coffeehouse, he

doesn't have to serve you.

This village is ours...

If we want...

This is also my coffeehouse!

The village is everybody's village...

- All of God's men are!

- Look! Look at who is talking...

...welcome here.

- Look, how does he speak!

What the hell has happened

to all of you this morning.

This man is messing with

their minds brother Dursun.

He keeps telling them tales. My son

talked back to me this morning.

Supposedly someone is

coming to kill us all.

What the hell are you

telling these people?

Forget about what I am telling them.

Your son's nose was bleeding

this morning? Did you see it?!

If it bleeds, it bleeds. So what?

What's it to you? He's just a kid.

That is right. He's just a child.

He can't stand up for himself. Right?

- Brother Adam sit... That is enough.

- Shut your mouth.

What are you telling them?

Are you a godless spy? A pagan?

A bandit? Tell me. What are you?

You wouldn't understand

what I've been telling them.

And where did you

see my son anyway?

Why didn't we think of this before?

Are you touching those children?

Enough! Enough already...

You godless idiots!

Come on... Come if you are men!

This isn't like you.

This doesn't become you.

Is it right for them?

All these years, was it right for them?

Give thanks that you are

brother Dursun's son.

Or else you would be dead!

- I would have killed you.

- You can't do sh*t, come on!

Come!

F*** off! I'm here... An eye

for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

You see... You have feared...

...these spineless creeps all these

years. Now look at them!

Those who knew and were silent are

also guilty, like you. Like you all.

If anything happens to

Omar, it's your fault.

Leave this village! I'm begging

you mister, please go away.

He is a crazy man,

telling our children stories.

He is a warlock. Sent by infidels.

He goes from village to village...

...to spy and split up our homes.

He has gone to other villages as well...

Has left no evil undone.

- He is an evil...

- He says he is a doctor...

- His lies are ready.

- A warlock...

- To split up our people.

- He gave Cemile some weeds to brew...

...for Angela.

- She threw him out.

Really?

He gave it to children, too. When they

were asleep he'd touch them.

May he drop dead.

He'd touched them all over.

Can I come in?

Don't pay them no mind,

this is nothing new.

Things like this always happen here.

There is always a fight going on.

They yell and scream for an hour or so.

Then, they all go home and forget.

- I did not want this to happen.

- You didn't ask for this.

They always look

for a reason to fight.

This would have happened anyway.

Even if you hadn't come...

...they would have found a reason to

go at each other's throats.

Omar is outside...

He wants to apologize to you,

but he is hesitant...

Should he come in?

Omar.

It is okay, it is okay.

Are you leaving? You've

gathered all your stuff.

- I thought it would be for the best.

- Why Mister? Is it right for you...

...to leave because

of a few idiots?

And before you finish the tale?

Where is the courage

you've been telling us about?

I told you from the start...

Work falls upon the listener...

...as much as it does

on the storyteller.

Some tales scare people,

even large crowds.

Then you must tell it mister.

You're the one who

taught us not to fear...

...what we know the

beginning and ending of.

Tell it, so we know the ending

and we fear no longer.

Not for us...

For the children?

You had them memorize the

Messenger's tale...

Now do you say it was a lie?

Are you feeling better? Are

we going to listen to the tale?

You go, even if I cannot.

You can tell me the ending.

I wish mom would go to bed.

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