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Have I told you the story of Prophet Ibrahim and the birds?

Prophet Ibrahim said, "God, please show me...

...how you resurrect the dead."

And God commanded, "But you did not believe."

Prophet Ibrahim then said, "If I see it with my own eyes...

...I will believe it with my heart."

God ordered him to acquire four birds...

...and familiariaze them to himself.

Pir Mevlana says those four birds were...

...a goose, a peacock, a rooster and a crow.

Prophet Ibrahim, as he was commanded...

...familiarized those birds to himself.

And then God ordered him:

"Cut them into pieces and scatter their bodies on each mountain."

As related by Ibn-i Ishak...

...for it to be even more astonishing...

...Prophet Ibrahim mixed the pieces of the birds with each other.

And he placed those pieces on four separate mountains.

He took the heads of the birds in his hands...

...and got to a place where the mountains were visible.

"God willing, come," he ordered to those scattered birds.

Those pieces, blood, feathers, they all flew towards their own torso.

In the end, they fit together like they were before.

Only their heads were missing.

Prophet Ibrahim called them again...

...they came running to him on their claws...

...and put on their heads.

Now...

...what is the moral of the story?

No story is without a moral. If so, it is in vain.

Did Prophet Ibrahim not have faith that he asked God to show him...

...how to resurrect?

What is said in the verse?

Even though Ibrahim had faith, he still wanted to see.

He wanted to believe it with his whole heart.

So the verse tells us to think, to search...

...to know and to think for the right way. To fight.

Can a non-believer fight?

Ibrahim, though he had faith, said, "God, show me."

The story tells us to search and think.

So, what about these birds?

Let me tell you about the goose and...

...conclude with Pir Mevlana, it is getting late.

The goose symbolizes greed.

Greed blinds the man.

If a person is blind then God has mercy on him.

...but if he has blinded himself with greed, although he sees...

...that mercy will be far from him.

-Don't get down, Hasan Agha. -Peace be upon you.

May your morning be prosperous, Cadi Efendi.

And peace be upon you.

Let us see if our morning will be prosperous or not.

Don't be afraid. It is all right.

A man killed someone over there.

I saw the killer but he has gotten away.

I did not see a murderer, Cadi Efendi.

Let us go, Hasan Agha. Duty calls.

You scream, you die.

Gather four men, Hasan Agha. They must be fast and agile.

-We've much to do and such little time. -Certainly, Master.

Adem, Sahin, go, get Dogan and Abdi at once.

-For whom is this punishment stone? -There is an execution tomorrow.

Who is it?

Haven't you heard? Pulpit-maker Hasan is being executed.

-That is a shame. -Move away!

Scatter! Is there a play?

What are you watching, Aghas? Scatter!

What kind of a fate is this, Mesud Agha?

Let's just say he was ill-fated.

What kind of a Cadi is this? What kind of justice is this?

And how is it that our Sheiks doesn't object to this?

He does, Felt-maker, he does.

He does but no one listens, no one understands.

Do you think the legend of Prophet Ibrahim was just a story?

Huh?

Good evening, Innkeeper.

Good evening, Cadi Efendi.

Such an honor.

We will ask a couple of questions and be on our way.

However you see fit.

-Your wish is my command. -Remember the night I stayed here?

-Yes. -Remember the thief that robbed me?

Stop! Hey!

You ran after him but he had escaped in the dark.

We had met while having dinner.

I told you that he was the thief.

Has he come by, after me?

He hasn't. Besides, he drops by only every six months.

Who is he? What is his name?

Do you not know his village?

If I knew, would I waste your precious time with these questions, dear Master?

I would go and draw his last breath myself.

-Let us go then, Hasan Agha. -But, efendi...

...without even having a dish of our food?

Thank you.

Time is scarce.

I have to get somewhere urgently, woman.

What are you saying? It is the middle of the night.

It is not your duty to say, woman. I need to get somewhere.

I will let you know once I get back. Call Mevlud, he should help.

Yellow! Yellow!

-What's happening, Son of Kude? -A lot and not good, Yellow.

Come in.

What's that? You look pale, Mahmut Agha.

-The Cadi you robbed at the inn... -So?

He came to the inn with his men and looked for you everywhere.

Go.

-Are you setting me up? -Must be a townsfolk. I wasn't followed.

I will kill you!

Open up, Yellow Halil, we know you are in there!

Break it!

Bismillah!

He is running.

Yellow Halil, stop!

You can not run!

God Almighty!

Forgive me, Cadi Efendi! I didn't know you were the Cadi.

If I had known, would I rob the Cadi?

Please, forgive me.

I have been ignorant, Cadi Efendi, your highness.

You are the Cadi. I am a humble servant.

Forgive me.

I swear on the Qur'an I will never steal again.

What about murder? Will you murder men?

I am an unlucky thief, Cadi Efendi.

Not a murderer.

Thank God, I am not that unlucky.

After robbing me, you killed two brothers in Delice Creek.

It is a lie, Cadi Efendi, it's a lie.

I am not a murderer. The Delice Creek you mention is that way.

I rode my horse towards the other direction.

Since you rode my horse towards the opposite direction...

...how did you drop this inkstand in the creek?

Do you not know a shortcut?

If we do not make time, they will execute!

I do, Master.

But it is tough on the horses.

We need to be there before the sun goes up an arm span!

This way, Master!

I have done many wrongs.

Made many mistakes, my Maker.

God, you are the one who forgives, the one who spares.

Your servant Hasan is a poor sinner. Before I come to your presence...

...fill your heart with kindness, my Maker.

My Creator, we came from you, we return to you.

May you grant patience to my teary eyed mother, my Maker.

Don't burn her heart with the grief of losing a child.

Let this poor, sinner servant...

...attain your bliss, My Maker.

Forgive me, my Creator.

Forgive me.

JOURNEY OF LOVE

The time has come, Hasan Agha.

Help us, God.

Spare my son.

God, please protect us, Amin.

Amin.

Lâ ilâhe Illallâh. Lâ ilâhe Illallâh.

Lâ ilâhe Illallâh.

Eshedu en lâ ilâhe illallah ve eshedü enne Muhammeden abdûhu ve resûlu.

Stop!

Pulpit-maker Hasan is innocent!

Murderer is Yellow Halil!

Thank you, God!

Everyone should hear it!

Pulpit-maker Hasan who was to be executed is freed by Cadi Yunus!

Hear ye, hear ye!

Hear ye, hear ye!

We passed a difficult test.

I thought for a second Pulpit-maker Hasan was going to die.

What have I told you about our Sheikh, Felt-maker?

-Huh? -Well said, my Sheikh.

Cadi Efendi released Pulpit-maker Hasan, Sir.

Thank you God.

Today, not water but sherbet should be given to the people.

Welcome, Cadi Efendi.

Nice to see you, Sheikh.

Have a seat.

Sheikh? We are just a humble, wall builder, Cadi Efendi.

You are being humble and saying you are no Sheikh.

But I know the truth.

Humilty vanity, may God forgive.

Our name is Tapduk Emre.

Our job is building walls.

You say you are illiterate.

But I have seen your knowledge.

You are being humble by saying you are no Sheikh...

...but now I know who you are.

Cadi Efendi, we do not know who we are or what we do.

But we know we a are no Sheikh.

We are just servants among servants.

Whoever stands and claims he is a Sheikh...

...know that that is an owl standing between you and your faith.

With its portentous voice...

...it tries to prevent you from hearing God's words.

Whenever and wherever you see it get away from that unlucky bird.

You do not have your men with you.

So it seems you did not come to invade our humble abode.

So tell me, what do you want from us?

With your permission...

...I would like to continue our discussion.

I would like to be your follower.

Do we have something...

...and we do not see it due to our blindness, my son?

You, of all people, have received best of educations...

...in the best of madrasas.

You are a holy Cadi.

You know all.

You know traditions, religious laws, logic and philosophy...

...you know mathematics and maybe even astronomy.

What do we have that we can offer you?

Even if you demanded...

...we do not have anything to teach you.

What would a Cadi Efendi, like yourself...

...do here amongst the lowlife, homeless, dervishes...

...who are in need of help?

We only have one lesson to give you...

...if you would like to hear it.

Go and do your job with justice in the court.

Be just.

For the just, what else is there but world, Cadi Efendi?

Hopelessness is a sin.

Cadi Efendi!

Cadi Efendi!

Hopelessness is like a swamp.

As you struggle, it pulls you in deeper.

Our Sheikh has mercy.

But he tests people.

He never calls anyone in, but also does not send off the ones who come.

What I am trying to say is, do not lose hope.

Our fates have drawn our paths, of course.

Well said.

My Sheikh's daughter. I should help.

You should come to our Sheikh's gatherings.

Mondays and Thursdays, he gathers the people and speaks.

Let me help, Sister Sultan.

Thank you, Kasim Agha, do not trouble yourself.

No trouble at all.

Let me carry them both.

Cadi Efendi is highly influenced.

He wants to be initiated...

...but the Sheikh refused.

Why would father Sheikh not accept Cadi Yunus?

He told him to go...

...and do only his job.

It is the manner of our way.

Like everything else...

...this also is his method of doing things, my Sheikh's.

Is the method against Cadis being followers?

God's way belongs any who walk it.

It is not discouraged, of course.

But there is a method to it.

Serving justice is enough for him, our Sheikh says.

Do not you get tired of carrying water on your shoulders all day long?

Would an arch get tired of bringing water to the garden?

It would not.

Our Sheikh says the one who walks with love can carry the world.

The one who walks without love carries a corpse as a body.

May God bless you.

Thank you.

The one who walks without love carries a corpse as a body.

He carries water but look at his words.

Peace be with you.

And with you, Cadi Efendi.

The day is over but Cadi Efendi has still not slept

He is almost sad that we found the murderer.

Look at him, he is all pale.

He openly said that he wanted to be a follower.

Kasim Agha heard it with his own ears.

If I did not know Cadi Efendi...

...I would believe it but...

I still remember him raiding the lodge with his men, Agha.

I do not think it is as you say.

Is Kasim Agha lying?

Have some manners, Gungor Efendi.

Good evening, friends.

Kasim Agha would know the truth of it.

What is the matter, Boluluzade?

We were talking about Cadi Efendi Yunus, Agha.

There is nothing to talk about.

If the devil were to come among us and make us eat the flesh of a friend...

...you would not feel it!

When we hear it from you...

I did not tell you this so you can gather...

...a gossip circle in the middle of the lodge.

I just wanted to express my happiness!

I just wanted to show evidence of our Sheikh's knowledge.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Let me help.

It is not heavy, Cadi Efendi.

I went to get fabric from Kira but...

...we lost track of time, it is already nighttime.

Father Sheikh is having a gathering at the dervish lodge.

I know.

I came to listen.

Many come to his gatherings...

...thinking he only tells beautiful tales.

That is true.

But Sheikh Efendi does not tell stories without morals.

Whenever he tells a story, he gives the moral.

He tells them in his gatherings.

But the lessons I receive are tougher.

What does Sheikh Efendi teach you?

Father Sheikh is teaching me how to read the Qur'an.

Many do not believe he teaches me...

...because he is illiterate and can not read.

For those who do not want to believe...

...all letters are on their side.

For those who want to believe...

...do not need even a single letter.

Good evening.

To us all.

God.

Let us see what verse falls into our heart today.

Our master, our Prophet...

...one of those days where he felt his migration to the other side was near...

...came to the mosque, to pay his dues to the people.

The Prophet who was sent to aid humankind...

...was tired and ill himself.

It was so that he was barely standing with the help of a man.

He addressed his people.

"People...

...if I owe anything to any of you, tell me."

Nobody answered.

He addressed them a second time.

"If I owe anything to any of you, tell me."

Again nobody answered.

Again, God's messenger asked his people.

This time one of his companions got up from the back of the room.

The companion's name was Ukkashe.

His Holiness Ukkashe.

He got up and said, "Your Holiness...

...in Hudeybiye incident you wanted to get on your camel.

And I stretched out my hand to you.

You got on your camel and wanted to whip your camel.

Right then that whip touched my back.

Now, do you not owe me?"

He said, "Yes. Yes, Ukkashe, I owe you."

After this, Master Omar could not hold himself back anymore....

...so he jumped up.

Do you know what our master did?

"Do not get involved, Omar.

This is my debt,"he said.

And then His Holiness Ebu Bekir got up and said, "Ukkashe...

...whatever you want, I will give you...

...give up this madness."

God's messenger said, "Ebu Bekir, this is my debt. Do not get involved."

The companions were barely able to keep themselves seated.

Master Prophet turned to His Holiness Ali and said...

..."that whip is with my daughter, Fatma. Go and fetch it."

When His Holiness Ali told her the situation...

...Mother Fatma was rather upset.

She said, "do you not know he is ill?

Isn't there anyone who can replace him amongst you?"

Thus she sent His Holiness Hasan and Huseyin, who were barely children.

The apples of our Master's eye...

...His Holiness Hasan and His Holiness Huseyin entered the mosque.

"Ukkashe, do not hit our grandfather, hit us," they said.

"Come and collect your debt from us."

The companion was full of emotions.

Our Master said, "I can not let this happen. This is my debt."

And he refused them.

The whip came but the situation was even more tense.

Our Master commanded the whip to be handed to Ukkashe.

This time Ukkashe said, "God's messenger, there's one more thing.

When you hit me with that whip, my back was bare.

Do you owe me?" he asked.

As soon as he said the words, the companions got up.

Our master soothed them and said...

..."Ukkashe is right."

Our Master got down from the pulpit and opened up his shirt.

Our Master was there with his shirt open...

...waiting for His Holiness Ukkashe to whip him.

His Holiness Ukkashe raised the whip into the air...

...and kissed the prophethood seal between our master's shoulder blades.

In tears, he said, "you do not owe me anything. You have my blessings!

I will sacrifice my family for you," he said.

This is how our prophet, our Master was, dervishes.

There is justice for everyone.

Saying, "I am a prophet" is no excuse.

If so, take a staff and take everything you want.

Strike so justice finds its rightful place.

Strike, so there will be justice.

If justice is broken somewhere...

...there is no order, there is no principle there.

It is enough for the day.

It got late.

There are those who are still far behind.

Cadi Efendi, for God's sake, please save me...

...please divorce me from this man!

I have had enough. He drinks, gets drunk and beats me. He always beats me!

Don't believe her, Cadi Efendi. This woman is a liar!

The decision is made.

It has been decided that the daughter of Munevver, Ayse's marriage...

...to the son of Yoruk Ali Pasha, Numan, will continue.

Ertegun Efendi you are saying this man robbed you but...

...you have no proof, no witnesses.

This old man is demented, Cadi Agha!

I was in Beldibi Village. Gokhan is my witness.

That's right, Cadi Efendi. I saw him in the village.

This boy is giving false testimony!

Let me be the judge of that, Ertegun Efendi!

The case was closed and the decision made, brother.

Why are you taking us now?

Tell that to Cadi Efendi.

-Have they arrived? -They have, Cadi Efendi.

Does your husband still beat you?

I would not dare, Cadi Efendi!

It was you who declared my name clear of this matter.

Is there a new complaint?

Lady Ayse...

...does your husband still beat you?

He is my husband, Cadi Efendi.

Does he still drink and come home drunk?

I do not drink, sir, I swear, I do not.

Master Clerk...

...change the decision we once made here.

The case of Numan Efendi and Lady Ayse that was judged before...

...for him beating his wife...

...and not abandoning his drinking habit...

...he is to be hit with a stick 80 times...

...and if he repeats his mistake...

...he shall receive the same punishment again!

Don't do this, Master!

Don't, please, Cadi Efendi! Forgive me!

Soldier!

Take this man and have him struck 80 times with a stick!

Friends, wasn't it the Cadi who told our Sheikh not to get involved in our matters?

"Told?" He raided the lodge along with his men.

Good morning, Aghas.

Good morning, Sheikh.

What is happening?

We are talking about Cadi Efendi Yunus and his wish to be the Sheikh's follower.

If you become too self-centered...

...you go kissing the hand you once spat on.

Who has seen or heard the things you are saying, Aghas?

I don't doubt it. I just do not understand.

Yesterday, given the chance, he would have destroyed the lodge...

...today the Cadi goes there and wishes to be the Sheikh's follower?

Aghas...

...do you not know what our Sheikh says?

Mirror does not always repeat it for naught.

He who grants existence and he who kills is the same.

Just remain calm.

Our Sheikh Efendi will give out a sign in the gathering.

Sit, Aghas, sit.

Hello.

Good day, Cadi Efendi. Welcome.

Your sandals are so nice.

My mother got them from a Greek peddler, Cadi Efendi.

-I will call my master... -Stop!

No need, don't call him.

My job here is with you.

I am not worthy of your time, Cadi Efendi.

-Your Holiness Master Cad... -Shut up!

I do not need idle words.

Tell me, where is Kerim's son Yalcin?

I do not know, sir, how would I know?

My master doesn't let me out of the shop.

If you'd like I can send the soldiers with my men...

...and you can plead to the court.

How will I know that you won't throw me in the jail if I tell you?

I will throw you in the jail if you do not tell me.

But if you tell me where Kerim's son is...

...and compensate Master Ertegun's loss...

...I will forgive you.

Peace be upon you, Mesud Agha.

And upon you, Hasan Agha.

So, tell me, what has been going on?

We have come all the way to Beldibi.

We brought in the real murderer, Yellow Halil.

Now, if you were in my place, what would you think, Mesud Agha?

But, there is something suspicious going on with Cadi Efendi.

He is reopening closed cases.

What does this hapless man Numan say?

What would he say?

He denies all.

He will be hit with a stick 80 times. The sentence is given.

Either it was a faulty decision before...

...or some new evidence has come up.

Cadi Efendi went to the lodge.

He wished to become Tapduk's follower.

They say, not a bird flies in Nallihan that the head soldier is not aware of.

But look at this now, I seem to be the last one to hear of such important news.

How many men do you have around so you'd know of the birds, Hasan Agha?

All birds fly to the lodge.

Even if I heard them, I wouldn't believe, Mesud Agha.

Cadi Efendi is not very fond of neither Master Tapduk...

...or the people of the lodge.

So there must be something that attracts him, Hasan Agha.

Not possible.

I have heard his thoughts on the Sheikh with my own ears.

Even more, didn't he have us raid the whole lodge?

While searching for Pulpit-maker Hasan?

You don't know what's in people's hearts, Hasan Agha.

You might need to kiss the hand you are biting today.

Someone will stop that, Hasan Agha.

-Kerim's son! -Cadi Efendi.

Is this where you hide the things you stole from the old man?

I didn't rob anyone, Cadi Efendi.

You said it. You told us Master Ertegun was falsely accusing me.

Since you are a child, your mother bought you the sandals, right?

I swear, I didn't rob anyone, Cadi Efendi!

You said it, you said I was innocent.

And now, I am saying you are not.

Either you hand me the things you stole from the old man...

...or you go to jail.

What did Sheikh father speak of in the gathering?

He never plans what he will speak of, you know that.

I still remember the story of Ibrahim and the birds.

He is illiterate.

We read and write but he tells us of what is in the books.

My father's uncle was influenced by the Sheikh and became a Muslim.

My father told me this.

I know.

There are many others like his uncle.

But he never invites anyone.

It happens only if it happens through his words and his attitude.

Or else he would never bring anyone into the lodge, forcefully.

He only forces me, then.

And Cadi Efendi probably...

...thus he wanted to be a follower.

Cadi Yunus?

I wouldn't believe it even if I saw it with my own eyes.

Now you are raiding our house, Cadi Efendi?

-You make us suffer... -Wait, wait.

Are these your belongings?

Yes, they are, Cadi Efendi, they are.

Check to see if you are missing anything.

I am missing a bracelet, Cadi Efendi.

He must have spent it.

Come to my chambers, I will reimburse it.

I forgive that one, Cadi Efendi.

God bless you.

I am sorry.

I didn't handle your case with justice.

I am sorry, Cadi Efendi.

I have talked badly about you. Sooner or later...

...justice is served, thanks to you.

May God bless you, my son.

Thank you, Agha.

Peace be upon you, Agha.

Welcome.

Nice to see you, Molla Kasim.

You, too, are welcome, friends.

Welcome, Cadi Efendi.

Nice to see you, Molla Kasim.

He has come for the gathering.

Even in the winter, they come all the way here.

To make happen, or to die?

To make happen, or to die?

To make happen, or to die?

Today it is a bit crowded.

You go and have fun in the kitchen. Tell Ali Taygu to give you soup.

The Sheikh never turns back anyone who comes to our door.

Friends, let us be seated.

Translation: Losa Translation Services