Ulak Page #6

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Hold on, I will get her to go.

- Mother... Mother...

- Yes... Yes sweetheart?

I'm a bit better. Why

don't you go to bed now?

Okay... I'll go to bed then.

- Has father gone to sleep?

- Yes, he's already asleep.

Don't worry, I'll memorize the ending and

I will tell you in exactly the same way.

Enough already, let's go to bed...

They said the man has gone...

- Don't get angry.

- Who said he has gone?

Mary said so. She said,

"Are you all satisfied?"

"He left because of all of you. "

And you believed her?

That lying b*tch...

They're hiding him. They'll

bring down our homes, you'll see.

I should go to the authorities

and get him thrown in jail.

Hold on, let me think a little.

- Where is that man? Tell me.

- I said I don't know...

- You've asked me a thousand times.

- Let him go. He says he doesn't know.

- Where are you going at this hour?

- What the f*** is it to you?

Yesterday you asked

why they killed Mehmed...

Tonight I'm going to tell you.

Then at the end, I will ask you

my question... Okay?

- Is it hard to know the answer?

- No.

It's not, because there

is notjust one answer.

However many there are of you here,

that's how many answers there are.

Ikram! Lkram!

- Brother Adam... What is happening?

- Are you sleeping?

Yes.

- Great!

- Go inside woman.

I should go to sleep, too

then. Let's all sleep...

...they'll f*** us and

we won't even know.

- What do you want me to do?

- Get us something to drink...

...we need to talk.

I'm waiting. Go.

Now, it is time for

Mehmed's part of the tale...

It's about Mehmed and

his five friends' secret.

Actually, this tale started long...

...before the part where I began.

There was a young man named

Mehmed who lived in a village.

If you're wondering why I saved the

beginning of the tale till the end...

Well... That's the kind

of storyteller I am.

I kept the hardest

part till the end.

We're going to get

this job done quietly.

I know that whore Mary is hiding him in

her house. Let's keep watch around here.

He eventually has to

go to the outhouse...

...or come out sometime.

And if he doesn't come out, we'll

go in quietly while they're sleeping.

Ever since Mehmed was a little boy,

his favorite thing was to read and write.

He wanted to learn and memorize

everything about nature and humanity.

If you ask why... Well...

First, his father

encouraged him... And...

And, also because he

could do nothing else.

He couldn't run or

play likes his friends.

He had to spend his whole day

on a chair...

That's why.

Why?

From birth... They call it polio.

Do you know what it is?

His father was a doctor, but

even he couldn't find a cure.

"Doctor's Gospel"

But he never gave up, he

dedicated his life to this cause.

So, this wouldn't

happen to other children.

Time passed and Mehmed

grew. His mother died.

It was just him and his

father left in the house.

The doctor worked

hard to find a cure.

He worked all day and

night, but it was hopeless.

Just one of those nights, when he had

fallen asleep, something happened.

Maybe it was because

of the sleepless nights.

Maybe, his mind was

playing tricks on him...

Maybe, there was no light, no wind.

But, something happened

to Mehmed that night.

Something unexplainable.

After that night, Mehmed started to write

a book and he started writing very quickly.

When the book was finished,

Mehmed asked his father...

...for six trustworthy people who could

read, write and keep a secret.

They were to make

copies of the book.

And whatever happened

happened then.

It is as if the book was magical.

It gave the reader courage...

...to speak the truth without fear...

...and erased all the

fears in their heart.

It changed whoever, that read it,

into someone completely different.

But, there was one who left the

book half finished, fearing the end.

Remember I said people fear what

they don't know the ending of.

The sixth person was afraid,

his name was Jacob.

He betrayed them by speaking

of the book and Mehmed.

Human weakness it was.

I shall start with the name of the

Creator. The day has come.

Wake up...

Judgment day has come.

Do not fear the tyrants any longer.

You, who have known for years...

...yet stayed silent.

- You who said that you were believers...

...but actually never believed.

You did not question your God.

You, who have all

gone to whorehouses...

...then turned to shoot your own

daughters calling it morality.

Judgement day has

come. Wake up.

You who look pure on the outside

but are actually rotten on the inside.

You've neverjudged yourselves.

Those who know and stay silent

are just as guilty as those who sin.

You do not need eyes...

You refuse to see.

You do not need tongues, you

know, but refuse to tell.

Until now you didn't hear,

didn't look, and didn't see.

You didn't listen to the

ones who said let us be one.

You changed everything

to suit yourselves...

...even your religion

to suit your needs.

You called loving a sin and

the forbidden an act of purity.

You slandered what

you couldn't reach.

- You made up words.

- He was closer to you then your heart...

...but you knew him to

be in the heavens.

Judgement day has come, people!

- Wake up!

- Their uprising...

...turned into doomsday

that very night.

Mister, we are from the neighboring

village. My son is very sick...

Please come and take a look at him.

I am coming, let me get my bag.

They were lying; they got the doctor

out of the village that night on purpose.

Was this evil... I do not know.

"Evil" is just a word, an adjective.

Evil couldn't describe the

massacre. They killed the youths...

...because they don't know

how to live, if they did not...

They have the fear

of not knowing.

The darkness of their hearts and

their inability to recognize the good.

The uprising turned into doomsday.

At the village that they went to... There

was no sick boy... There was no one...

The men ran off.

Mister, it's the house back there.

At that moment the doctor knew what

was happening, but it did him no good.

Mehmed!

What had happened, had

happened. Mehmed! Mehmed!

Mehmed had placed the original

book into his father's bag...

...as if he knew what

was going to happen.

Mehmed never woke up from

his bloody slumber again.

Now, let's come to the

question. Remember...

I told you not to imagine anyone

you know as the Messenger.

Now describe his face.

Tell me what Messenger Abraham

looks like. David, you start.

He is a huge man. Each of his

hands are as big as two of mine.

His eyes are beautiful, deep

blue... like the seas.

Whoever sees him,

wants to see him again.

He is the hero of all tales,

he is the greatest.

They say he came into

this village... Is it true?

He did. Yes, he did...

David did you see him?

I did see him...

How could I not?

His soul was Mehmed's

soul... Wasn't it?

- Yes, it was, so were his words.

- I am so sad I did not see him.

They said he moved onto a

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