Silence is said to be golden. To me it has a value far beyond that. It is priceless beyond all the gold and the rubies and the emeralds and the sapphire in the world.
I seek silence in many places and every chance I get, for it is what I covet the most in my world.
I imbibe its everpresence among tufts of clouds~ white and ephemeral~
Or in a pre-sunrise hot air balloon ride floating over the Fairy Chimneys of Cappadocia, when rest of the world is still asleep.
I can listen to the stillness of the intense heat, rising behind oleander bushes towards Hieropolis.
Just as I can relish it at the sight of a swan quietly quenching his thirst at the Swan Park in Ankara - a cherished memory from my childhood.
Some of the most memorable friends I made are the silent ones -
who stole my heart without lifting a paw.
In fact - with all paws down.
The peaceful solitude of the mighty Aegean and free flying birds ~
Rumi's poetry ring in my ears, echoing his words of a divine love and wisdom . .
Ramazan has arrived, minarets are lit. A silent magic has set all over my world.
People have fasted and done iftar; the night's about to greet the morning;
time has come to place my weary head on a soft pillow.
I'll seek my place under the yorgan on this welcoming bed and thank in my heart a thousandfold for being in my motherland. For a while I may hear a seagull's squawk, or a skinny cat fight for a morsel of food he found. My heavy eyelids will close and sleep take over until the silence of my deep slumber will be broken by the most beautiful sound on earth - the tingling, clear voice of the imam calling out ezan (call to prayer) over the minarets rising over Turkish skies:
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Locations: Ankara, Bursa, Istanbul, Urgüp, Pamukkale, Konya -Turkey
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © Will of my Own - 2012