Ulak Page #3

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you son, do tell.

No, no don't be afraid... Hurry

up and bring some water.

- Hurry, run.

- Run... Run.

Early in the morning, before the rooster

crowed, I got up. There was a loud noise.

I saw this man in front of the door.

He had fallen to the ground.

His nose and mouth was all in slobber.

He couldn't speak...

He was feverish, the poor

thing, he was burning up.

Does anybody recognize him?

Know where he is from?

Grandmother, you're touching him but are

you sure he is not rabid or anything?

Let's get rid of him Grandmother.

Let's throw him into the river.

He will spread his poison to us.

Don't talk crazy. He is

not going to bite me.

And if he is going to poison

anyone, let it be me.

The poor soul. What are we going

to do? Throw him out?

Son, can you speak? Please try...

Open your eyes.

What is going on here?

This kind old man is telling us a tale.

Ferhat, get your lazy ass home.

Your mother needs you.

- Brother Adam? Are we going?

- I'm coming.

I wonder who he is? What is

he telling the children?

- I hope he is not trouble.

- I don't know either.

...but he seems like a good man.

A poor wanderer probably.

When the man roared

"What's going on here?"...

Everyone cowered

down in front of him.

He was an evil man.

He had left no evil undone

upon the villagers.

He only thought of himself, causing

harm to everyone around him.

No one liked this man,

and do you know why?

- Is it because he did bad things?

- No. They didn't like him...

...because they feared him.

Evil acts can be forgiven. Man, and

even God can forgive the bad...

...but people really hate

what they only fear.

Angela! Where have you been,

girl? Where's the water?

Hurry up and go get the water.

Don't you have anything else to do, you've

gathered all the children around you.

All the chores are left undone

in our homes because of you.

Is that little girl the only one

taking care of your house?

It seems so; her hands are

covered in open sores.

- She is very sick. She keeps coughing.

- What's it to you?

- Why don't you mind your own business?

- My own business?

- Cemile!

- What?

Cemile, don't worry yourself, girl.

I'm going to go into town...

...and get some officials and have

them all thrown out of our village.

Enough already, as if one crazy

wasn't enough, now we have two.

Sister Esma, don't be rude.

Be on your way.

Get lost, I'm not going to learn

my manners from you...

Come on girl, get going.

Children, you can listen to the

rest of the tale tomorrow.

I will let you all know when.

You all get on home now.

Yes, we shall leave

the rest for tomorrow.

Mister, my father has gone home to sleep.

He left the coffeehouse to me.

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