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THE JOURNEY OF LOVE

Peace be upon you, Mesud Efendi.

And upon you, sir.

Take a seat.

What is it?

You look as if you saw a stranger, Mesud Efendi.

Oh, Yunus Efendi!

How quickly you forget me.

I can never forget you. I know.

You've become the Chief Qadi in Konya.

This big world has made us like itself.

You came after so many years...

and said that the sheikh wanted to see me...

when you found me in Konya.

I didn't come to Konya, Qadi Hazrat.

I neither came to Konya nor said our sheikh wanted to see you.

What are you saying, Mesud Efendi?

Don't you have anything else to do that you mock me?

Not at all, Chief Qadi Hazrat.

It's not only against my nature, but it's also not my place.

But I didn't come to Konya...

find you.

I didn't say that my sheikh summoned you.

Our sheikh has been dead...

for 10 years.

He neither stays here nor goes to the Other Side.

He should not hurry up.

He should be patient.

He should think it over.

The quick circulation causes time expansion.

And then expands by the time.

Let him travel to other worlds.

We will see if he decides to stay or go.

Some want to be ill.

Some want to be healed.

When one can ask for it...

God may grant it.

I won't let you go without drinking a cup of water this time.

I will accept that, and then I will go home.

Be patient, dear.

Mikel Efendi will be here too.

I have made halva.

My sheikh's halva is absolutely addictive.

Let's go inside then, dear.

Well, it's difficult to be Aynali's companion, Sahip Efendi.

I had Cagri take it back to nature, sir...

but it's come back.

My dear Kasim!

Take Sahip Efendi to the courtyard so that it can feed there.

Come on.

Seemingly, he's recovered.

No wounds or bruises on his skin.

He has just a scar here.

But it's small.

Minberci is rubbing ointment on his wound.

I hope it heals.

He will wake up, my dervish.

Your companion was looking for you, dervish.

Let Sahip Efendi feed freely here.

Why do you call him 'Sahip'?

He is the owner of time.

He lives hundreds of years.

If lifespan were the mainstay...

it would be sitting on the throne of Sultan Suleyman.

Don't let the devil tempt us, Lord.

Sherbet.

Enjoy it, sir.

I've known you since I was a child, dervish.

Is it not difficult at your age?

My sheikh used to say...

"He who walks with love can carry the world."

"He who walks without love..."

"carries a corpse called body."

Yunus Guyende!

Yunus Effendi!

Let him suffer a little, Mikel Efendi.

Let him suffer.

If suffering was not something worthwhile...

would Jesus suffer? Would He make people suffer?

The lover candidate...

must first persuade the Beloved.

Throw roses to the one who slaps you, turn your other cheek.

A lover doesn't react to someone who beats him...

and to someone who swears at him.

So, if this isn't also the tenet of Christianity...

what is it, Mikel Efendi?

He must climb Mount Sinai with Moses.

He must suffer along with Jesus.

He must be stoned with Mohammad Mustafa in Ta'if.

We don't have any mattresses, so please excuse us.

I guess you were passing by.

We knew that you were in Konya.

We heard that you became Chief Qadi.

I went to the lodge.

It was ruined.

There was no flower in the garden.

A wind of sadness blows there.

Early on, Molla Kasim would preach.

When the blessed body of our sheikh was buried...

people called it a shrine.

They were looking for Emrem Sultan Village.

They wanted to come and recite Al-Fatiha.

How did you meet my sheikh?

Do you remember, Yunus Effendi?

Old man!

-Peace be upon you. -And upon you.

Where are you coming from, where are you going?

I am on a never ending journey.

That is for sure though.

Well, tell me then.

My horse is very thirsty.

Is there a water source hereabouts?

It’s likely to rain cats and dogs soon.

Are you kidding me, old man?

The weather was clear.

How did you know it was going to rain?

It's my knees, son.

Whenever it's going to rain, my knees hurt.

I thought you performed a miracle.

Can there be a better miracle than this?

How is that a miracle?

Are you the one who sends down the rain?

Of course not!

I am not.

But it's the rain that gives me this pain in my knees.

Recently, he hadn't opened his eyes.

Even though they regret it now, they oppressed him.

Both the qadi himself...

and the selfish, the self-righteous that abuse God's words.

Why should my decision be changed? Is it wrong?

I saw the murderer with my own eyes.

So justice means the eyes of the qadi?

What if the qadi is blind?

And then...

why was the lodge ruined?

After my sheikh's death...

Molla Kasim did the preaching.

Are you Sheikh Tapduk Emre?

No, I am not.

Inshallah, I will only be the dust on his shoes.

I have summoned him. Where is he?

Our Sheikh is performing dhikr.

A murderer has been hiding in the dervish lodge.

Hand him over at once.

Minberci Hasan. Bring him to justice.

I said that our sheikh is performing dhikr, Qadi Effendi.

I have neither the right to turn in someone taking shelter...

in our lodge nor a pebble...

without our sheikh's permission.

What happened next?

What did Molla Kasim do?

Why did he stop preaching?

Later on, he was appointed as a mufti.

In Ermenek, somewhere in Karaman.

When he married our sheikh's daughter Bacim Sultan...

his primary concerns naturally changed.

Looks like he has a knot on his face as if he's suffering.

He was smiling just now.

Who knows what he sees in his dream?

Maybe he sees us.

Maybe we are the dreamers...

that see him here.

It's the moment, this is the moment...

This moment is the moment.

Just take a sip.

I know you're being thoughtful.

But you're doing my nafs a favour...

not by drinking, but by refusing to drink it.

Do not make its job easy.

Do not feed that pig.

May it heal you.

Dervish Cagri became a veteran.

They say he's in Sogut, Osman Ghazi Han's Beylik.

Do you remember?

Alaiye?

I don't know what's become of Dervish Atilla.

I think that he went to Azerbaijan.

He spent a little time in a Rufa'i lodge.

He went to Damascus from there.

They say that he boarded a ship and arrived in Cairo...

on the opposite side of the sea.

You didn't ask about Aynali.

Don't you worry about him? Or don't you remember him?

I do remember him.

What's done is done. Who's dead is dead.

What's done is done. Who's dead is dead.

What's done is done. Who's dead is dead.

What's done is done. Who's dead is dead.

What's done is done. Who's dead is dead.

Who came to be? Who died?

It's too late to say, 'I wish'.

Indeed in pain my life was...

Never short of 'alas'.

I'm very happy...

to see you, Guyende Efendi.

You opened the windows of the past.

Our sheikh said...

"this world is a window that everyone looks out and goes".

If you go to Konya...

if you need anything...

you may always...

come and see me.

Thank you very much, Yunus Effendi.

To visit a friend is our tradition....

but the way we follow is clear.

THE JOURNEY OF LOVE

Since you're here with him, then excuse us.

We need to cook for our visitors.

You may go.

We will talk with Yunus Effendi.

What do you say, molla?

About Yunus Efendi's condition, sheikh?

Yes, molla, that too.

I'd like to hear your thoughts.

God willing, he'll recover, my sheikh.

Your prayers will heal him, inshallah.

You take it for granted that sheikhs' prayers are accepted.

If the sheikh is poor, then yes.

If he is desperate, then yes.

If he is orphaned, then yes.

If he is sick, then yes.

If he is a student, then yes.

If he is a soldier, then yes.

If he's an old man, then yes.

As long as he knows how to ask for it.

He should also know if he has the cheek to do it.

Well!

Then, yes.

But if he doesn't know how to ask for it...

poor or rich...

a sheikh or a disciple...

a servant or a sultan.

Oh!

Every letter arrives at its destination.

The important thing is to get a response to the letter.

Not getting any response is also fine.

It's better than getting a bad response.

But getting a bad response...

is even better.

It might be a warning.

What is the problem, then?

It's the warning.

It's like this.

Who does a person warn?

Someone he likes, of course.

Assume that a passenger...

that you know is on the road.

Suppose that...

a human being looking for his way after having lost it.

And you know where it is.

Wouldn't you say, 'Hey, you!'.

"You are in the wrong direction, follow this path."

This is the way we humans...

warn each other.

Well...

God will not stop you.

God warns us with troubles, then.

Stop.

Sit, be paralysed.

Become bedridden, be unable to move.

Think about it.

Smarten up.

A trouble is the embodiment of a warning.

What is it, then?

So...

you are still being warned.

So you are still in trouble.

Well?

Cheer up, o fool!

Because someone still loves you.

I'll stay with him, sir.

You...

go back to your cell, Kasim.

My wife and daughter will tend to his every need.

We have a thoroughly clean girl although she's called Karabas.

We have a turtle, Sahip Effendi.

Well...

not counting the old horses.

We have even an owl here.

But we don't have a peacock.

A flamboyant, charming, colourful one.

Do you know what a peacock is?

Have you seen it before?

-Have you, my dear Cagri? -I have, my sheikh.

There was a ship from Egypt. I saw it there.

In Alaiye.

Tell me, how was it?

As you said, it has a lot of colours on each of its feathers.

When it flaps, one thinks that one sees Paradise.

One who's never seen it before thinks it's a bird from Paradise.

As a matter of fact, it was.

Come down, Cagri.

You say it has beautiful feathers.

Colourful.

Silky.

We've understood that part.

Come down now.

What do you see?

It has feet, my sheikh.

What's on its feet?

There is dust and mud.

Aha!

Tell me that.

What is this old man saying?

He was blind.

He's gone completely senile.

Not at all.

Well then, I have to tell you the story of the peacock.

Actually, the scholars say that...

it's a good thing...

that this beauty fit for a king...

has mud on its feet.

It signifies humility.

I mean, it may be interpreted as such.

The Book of the Universe is open...

to multiple interpretations.

This is

I will tell you another part...

of this issue then.

What I will say is not a fabrication.

It's written in the Book.

I'm an ignorant man. I'm illiterate.

You've already read it.

It has mud on its feet, to which no one pays attention.

It charms the fool with its colorful feathers.

Who cares its muddy feet?

It even seduces the snake.

How? I will tell you.

Iblis, you know?

When he was expelled from heaven he became obsessive.

He kept thinking how he could...

trick Adam, day and night.

One day, he saw that...

a snake and a peacock were coming out of Heaven's door.

He start to poison their minds.

And the snake thinks that...

he can do nothing to it...

because the snake has poison.

Upon seeing the snake and the peacock out of Heaven's door...

Iblis went up to them.

"You will be expelled from Heaven..."

"so will Adam," he said to them.

"If you get me back in heaven..."

"I will teach him my ways."

"So neither you nor Adam will be expelled from heaven,"

he promised.

The peacock and the snake discussed this.

And then, the peacock went up to Iblis.

"We believe what you said..."

"but how can we let you in?"

"We discussed this but could not find a way."

"How can we hide you and let you back in Heaven?"

Do you know what Iblis did?

He did some magic...

and turned into a pearl.

Upon seeing that Iblis...

turned into a pearl...

the peacock got the pearl into its mouth.

So Iblis went to Heaven in the peacock's mouth.

Well, he didn't go there to enjoy the scenery.

Iblis is supposed to be that way.

The peacock brought...

the pearl to Hazrat Hawwa.

The devil did more magic...

and metamorphosed from the pearl into a human being.

He immediately went up to Hawwa.

"Hey, Hawwa!" he said.

"Unless you eat from this tree..."

"you'll be expelled from Heaven."

"It's forbidden," Hawwa said.

Iblis would never give up.

"You will be expelled if you don't eat."

"Both you and Adam will be expelled from Heaven."

Finally...

he managed to trick Hawwa.

And Hwwa ate from the tree.

Then she went to Adam.

"Hey, Adam!" she said.

"I ate from the forbidden tree."

"Alas," said Adam.

Woe to them.

Hazrat Adam became very sad.

"Hawwa will be expelled from heaven..."

"and I will be far from her," he kept thinking.

He couldn't accept that he should be away from her.

Lest he should leave her alone...

lest he should be separated from her...

he also went and ate from the forbidden tree.

The peacock couldn't believe...

that Iblis did what he said one by one.

While it was...

trying to find a way...

to stay in Heaven forever and to not be expelled from there...

Iblis played his tricks once again.

Adam and Hawwa...

were expelled from Heaven because of Iblis...

who came in in the mouth of the peacock...

as a pearl.

The snake that accompanied it...

the snake was expelled because of it...

so, the peacock, Adam, Hawwa, the snake...

were expelled from Heaven and came down to this world.

The peacock tricked everyone around it.

Those who saw its colourful feathers were deceived by them.

It caused them to be expelled from Heaven.

Those who are fooled by its colourful feathers...

are like Iblis in its mouth.

The peacock is such a bird.

It gives hope to the fool.

It deceives everyone like that.

Do you know what that tree was?

It was the Forbidden Tree.

It's the tree that Adam and Eve...

ate from even though it had been forbidden.

It could be wheat.

Then what is this wheat?

Why, it's worldly goods.

It is whatever nafs seeks.

Who goes after the wheat may keep following the peacock.

I'll stay with him, sir.

You...

go back to your cell, Kasim.

My wife and daughter will tend to his every need.

God, forgive me.

Even if the medicines don't help him...

our Sheik's prayer will heal Yunus Effendi.

Considering doctors also expect our sheikh's prayer...

When he wakes up I will cook him tarhana soup...

then he will be healed...

both spiritually and physically. Just like that.

Mother Sultan gives him water by wetting his lips with cheesecloth.

I like seeing you talking, dervishes.

Thank you, Kasim Aga.

We're talking about Yunus Effendi.

Thank God.

His wound is in his body, it's obvious.

We should look at ourselves, dervishes.

He has our sheikh's prayers.

Inshallah he will be better soon.

Inshallah.

The whole family take care of him. Inshallah, he'll be okay.

Inshallah, dervish.

Well, then...

we shouldn't be too talkative to forget our duties.

The poison is very strong but he'll recover, inshallah.

He hasn't opened his eyes for days, father.

If your plan is to take the road of love...

to reunite with your beloved...

you will be tested with troubles.

We were talking about Yunus Effendi's condition, Kasim Aga.

Empty talk doesn't do anyone any good.

If you want to be helpful, pray, instead of uttering empty words.

The whole family take care of him. Inshallah, he'll be okay.

May I come in, my sheikh?

Come in, Kasim, come in.

My eyes don't see well anymore.

Until I line this rosary...

the cord gets old. If the cord...

doesn't get old, life will.

If there is one.

Obviously, you have something to say.

Tell me.

If you'll excuse me...

I would like to state something, sheikh.

Tell me what it is.

It's about Yunus, sheikh.

What about Yunus?

Days and weeks have passed since his blind accident.

An accident is never blind...

as long as you are not blind.

Some people are blind like me...

and some have a huge ego that blinds them.

Well, what did you expect?

If you ride a dragon with your tiny little...

and weak body...

well, how can you restrain that dragon?

Obviously, I'm talking about nafs.

If you ride a seven-headed dragon without knowing yourself...

you may fall off a horse...

or may get easily carried away.

Tell me what you were going to say.

Who's fallen is fallen.

When a guest stays for too long...

he becomes a burden, sheikh.

I want to say this.

If you permit me, I want to take Yunus to his cell.

He shouldn't be a burden...

on your wife and your daughter...

as well as on you.

One is never a burden on anyone.

But can only be a companion, Kasim.

He should open his eyes first.

Tomorrow will take care of itself.

I've made a habit of using this expression.

Tomorrow will take care of itself.

What about yesterday?

What about the day before?

Are you still here, Sahip Effendi?

Let's go and enjoy our garden, eh?

The species is called Deliboz.

It grows in Azerbaijan. Unless one's a cavalry, one can't restrain it.

That's why Yunus Effendi fell off the horse.

Does it belong to him?

He might have got it from a cavalry.

Didn't you hear what Cagri said?

Why would Yunus Effendi ride this strong horse?

Maybe he was destined to fall.

Why did you bring it, my dear father?

Let it enjoy the garden here.

Give it some clover to feed on.

How is Yunus?

My mother is tending him.

How is he now?

He has a fever and is thirsty.

That's how it happens.

One crosses rivers and seas...

but one still craves a drop of water.

We don't need someone crossing rivers and seas...

but someone who dives into them.

Kasim wants to take him to his cell...

and look after him there.

He should open his eyes first.

It's up to you.

But does he think that he's a burden on us?

What burden, mother?

Is looking after the sick a burden?

Its claws grow rapidly and become sharp as steel.

It's tamed easier than other species.

May your conversation be of love, dervishes.

Thank you.

Thank you, Kasim Aga.

What, is our lodge's garden not big enough to have you?

We are talking about Yunus Effendi's horse.

What about his horse?

Whoa!

It's an Azerbaijani horse, Deliboz. I was just saying it.

A dervish goes on foot. Like a coat or a turban.

To go on foot is a sign of being a dervish.

Just like he must wear a coat and a turban...

a dervish must go on foot.

There are beans in the mill, please bring it here.

We have a lot of horses.

We can't find enough hay this winter. We don't have enough clover, too.

Let's wait until Yunus Effendi opens his eyes.

He wouldn't leave his horse and go.

We should not neglect our duty and dhikr, dervishes.

God willing.

Isn't this blood, wife?

Is it Yunus's?

There's some on your hand too.

I see.

Let me see. Take these away.

We don't want blood stains around.

Come here.

Come here, Sahip Effendi.

I hope nothing's wrong, Effendi?

No, no.

What happened, mother?

What is my father doing?

Come on out.

Let me see your beautiful face.

Our life is not as long as yours...

but we still have time.

We can wait.

What are you doing, father?

Waiting, dear.

He says that he's waiting for the turtle.

Why? Good Lord!

He's waiting with a knife in his hand.

We have things to do, Effendi.

Come on out, let me see your neck.

Well, then.

But I told you I have plenty of time.

Of course, you will come out.

Then we will get it done.

Aha, there you go!

You get hurt, yes...

Wait.

No pain, no grace.

Stop.

Oh, thank God.

Well, my friend.

You need to hang on.

Tick Effendi.

Forgive me. But if you were to live...

it would die.

Aren't you something?

You say...

"it has the longest life."

"I should suck its blood."

I see your point.

But someone comes along...

and removes you.

Yes, it's in your nature.

Your duty is to be a parasite.

But just call it a day...

after troubling it, Tick Effendi.

Let me help you, father.

Thank you, dear.

Thank you.

Is there anyone who went but didn't come back?

Ah!

Welcome, Yunus Effendi.

Welcome.

Hey, hey, wait.

Where are you going?

You have just come.

Get well soon, Yunus Effendi.

May God protect you from all evil.

Amen.