Once upon a time we were all brothers

Didn't all the books come for us?

What changed?

Alas, what has happened to us?

From Mehmed's Book

As with all great tales, we shall also

start this with the name of the Creator.

I'll say once upon a time,

you can say now...

...or a time which seemed

like yesterday.

I'll say a village; you can

say it's this village...

...a neighboring village,

or one further away.

It was a village like any village.

A corner of this land...

it was this land itself. Before dawn,

before anyone was yet awake...

...a stranger came out of nowhere to

this village from far, far away.

Our hero's name was Abraham. He

was a Messenger, going from town to town.

Abraham was scared...

Very scared.

It was such a fear that

it had stolen his mind...

...stolen his very mind and

caused him to go insane.

Whatever happened, whoever did this to

him, had caused him to lose his voice.

The light had gone out of his eyes.

What he saw, he saw differently, and

what he heard, he heard differently.

What happened to him? Please tell us.

Patience my dear.

I will get to that!

Thank you, thank you all.

Enough, enough...

- Here Mister.

- Take this as well, Mister.

Do not give what will

be missed at home.

- Thank you, that is enough for me.

- Take this.

No, no thank you.

Here let me pack your satchel.

- Keep one for yourself. One is enough.

- Mister, can't you stay?

I must go... The road awaits me.

Let the road wait...

Don't go. Stay with us.

We can look after you. You don't have a

home. Let our home be yours.

- Did you enjoy this tale?

- Yes, I did. I liked the tale and you.

Then you must let me go. Other

children will also listen to the tale...

...and learn about

Messenger Abraham's story.

...just like you. Would you

have me not tell them?

For without telling my tale,

what would I do, my child?

- Farewell.

- Farewell.


May you go in peace.

And she is supposed to be a mother.

She is not even ashamed.

They said it was a lie...

I know it is not a lie.

And that bitch is supposed to be a

mother. Damn her mothering.

- Good day to all.

- Good day to you.

- Could I trouble you for a cup of coffee?

- It is no trouble.

Esma, open the door! Esma!

May your mind be open to

what you read my son.

Thank you mister.

My son... Knows how to read and write.

I am going to sit here

till you open this door.

At first, we wanted him to learn to read so

he could take care of the coffeehouse.

But instead, he became a scholar. He reads

all day long as if it's worth something.

Let him read. Is there

anything better than reading?

Omar, get up and sweep the floor.

God damn sissy boy!

You get back to your work.

With your permission I would

like to speak to your son a little.

What for? Where do you come

from? Who are you?

I'm a wanderer.

- I wander.

- That is all we needed...

He has work to do, talk to him later.

Are there any children in this village?

Of course there are, who has ever

heard of a village...

...without children?

- Don't work too hard, girl.

Hey you good for nothings, anything

new today?

Hseyin, look you've peed over here.

Did grandmother Hate forget

to diaper you again?

Or is it that your cock is so big that

the diaper was not big enough.

Let me look... Man,

it's alive... It bit me!

May God forgive you.

- Brother Dursun.

- Yes?

- A pipe and coffee... right now.

- Right away.

- Omar! A pipe and make it quick.

- Don't be sad.

Even if tongues stay silent, the hearts

still have a hundred ways of speaking.

Get lost and do not ever

come to my door again.

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