You try to leave good memories in beautiful hearts!

Supposedly, I'm in a hot city. I'm walking I'm walking It's raining, it's raining, it's raining heavily. It's raining screaming on the cobblestones, or so it seems to me. My face is down. I leave my tears easily with raindrops. As the rain speeds up, they speed up. A woman is looking out the window. It is as if the forgiver is waiting for his mercy.
Thinking of my mother, I turn to streets that I do not know under the rain.
Shadows that I don't know are falling on me, I feel like I'm drowning. I sink to the bottom of the hackberry tree, drenched in the dark. I take out my handkerchief and wipe my face, I'm cold. I blow my breath into my palms. I remember my mother warming my cold hands, I miss her warm hands, my mother's head smelling of clean cheesecloth, and the warm scent of her bosom when hugged tightly. I'm a little relieved. The ground is wet, the asphalt is in the light, the rain has stopped, I look at the stars. By confiscating the hours of the night, "What will be left of me? ' I ask myself. In the never-ending cold, I walk the streets with myself on my back, alone. Sinem is carved with her wounds. I say that if my mother's warm milk would wash the wounds on me, and if her unconditional love would wrap it up, my pain would be relieved.
I say.
It's too late, it doesn't make sense now I know that too.

If God is going to help someone, he helps with someone's help.
You would think someone helped me.
But it is God who sent someone to help you.

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Our problem is not to be a burden, but to share the burden of our brothers who are oppressed under heavy living conditions, to try to alleviate it.

Do not insult anyone in your life,
You try to leave good memories in beautiful hearts.

Wake us from the sleep of heedlessness, plunge us into the ocean of mercy.
Those who go to bed without performing the morning prayer,
Wake up asap.

Friends, do not be offended with anyone, do not say bad words and do not envy.
May your view of the world be oriented towards love and goodness.

We have one breath of life in this world,
Breathe for God, breathe for God.

Growing flowers in pots is easy,
The important thing is to be able to make that flower bloom in the hearts.

Do not exhaust our hopes, or your tomorrows will be darker.

Man will have mercy
Out of mercy goodness will come.
Beauty will emerge from goodness,
Mercy, goodness and beauty will cover the world.

To raise a good next generation,
We need to plant saplings of goodness and water it with our love for life water.

Nobody is bad, they are just badly brought up.
Bring out the good in you.