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THE JOURNEY OF LOVE

Don't you want to hear what the dervishes say about this matter?

I do not know.

Have a blessed morning. Are you ignoring me, fellow?

-I do not know. -I guess you haven't slept a wink.

I do not know.

They say you'll resume your career.

They wonder when Yunus Efendi will return to the courthouse.

I do not know.

To tell you the truth...

I'm sad as much as I'm happy for you.

But there must be some good in it.

A friend of mine, who has benefited from our sheikh, will be a qadi.

Our sheikh has never advised anyone appointed by the state...

to leave their post and become a disciple in the lodge.

Had it been more propitious, he'd have asked you to do it.

Did he not order you so?

I don’t know.

Of course, you will decide your future.

We can only wish you well for your future.

It’s late, fellow.

I should not bother you anymore.

May you have a good evening.

You too, Kasim Efendi.

Is it you, Yunus?

Who are you? What is your name?

I do not know.

Do you not even know your name?

I do not know.

Fine.

Well, do know from now on.

Your name is Yunus.

Your tongue and mind have been purified by the 'I do not know' dhikr.

You are no longer obliged to do it.

I've been waiting for you.

I've thought about it a bit

Finally, I've found a suitable duty for you.

You'll be the water-bearer of our lodge, Yunus.

You'll take the leather water pouch, fill it up from the fountain...

go to Nallihan streets to give water to the poor, travellers, innkeepers...

children, and everyone in Nallihan.

I would be honoured, my sheikh.

I am joyous that you've given this duty to me.

Keep repeating your dhikr meanwhile.

Dhikr burns the heart of the dervish.

Without burning you can’t even become a brick, let alone a lover.

The dervish has to burn within.

He should boil like a wheat cauldron.

With the water pouch on your back, some would think...

you may not carry water with that fire within.

Water cannot be carried without the fire within...

if you know what I mean.

You're our water bearer. Carry the leather pouch from now on.

It's not suitable to go in there frequently, even when permitted.

Please pay more attention to customs and manners, fellow.

In the end, we lead a social life here.

So, if you have something to say to our master...

say it to me, I will tell him, if it is suitable.

God forbid, a methodical error might lead to a fundamental one.

Warning each other to obey customs and manners is customary, fellow.

I know what our sheikh says.

No map, no journey.

May you be as pure as water, son. Thank you.

-May God give you mercy. -Thank you.

Thank you, Yunus Efendi.

You gave life to Bayram Agha. Now you give people water.

May God never give anxiety to your heart, Yunus Efendi.

Thank you.

Come on, see you later.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

Dervish Efendi!

I’m just a water bearer, the water isn’t mine.

I only hand it out.

They only did not teach how to be a dervish in Karatay.

Are you learning it in Nallihan at Tapduk Emre’s lodge?

If they taught dervishhood at a madrasa, we'd have learned it.

Put a piece of leather on your shoulder under this, fellow.

It's very hot, he's right.

Your might have bruises.

Here is a piece of leather.

Put it on your shoulder.

You used to have a donkey, Guyende.

It used to carry the water pouch.

It ran away.

Now, it’s done. Not for one day or two.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

Yunus Efendi!

If I broke your heart with my words about method and custom yesterday...

please forgive me.

It's all right.

A friend warns, a foe gossips.

One may think I did it out of personal gains...

but I was only giving the directions.

If I become someone else's disciple...

I may not know their manners too...

so someone would come and warn me.

I only know the manners of my own road.

That being said...

if you are not my friend, unless I consider you a friend...

why would I give you the directions?

I won't keep you busy anymore.

La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

This is the former Qadi Yunus Efendi.

How do you know that?

I know him. They say he's become a disciple of Tapduk Emre Hazrat.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah.

Ertegun Effendi, you say that this man robbed you...

but you have neither proof nor a witness.

I was in Beldibi village at the time.

Gokhan, an apprentice in the market, is my witness.

-That is right, Cadi Efendi. -This boy is a false witness.

What nice shoes you have! If you tell me where Kerimoglu is...

and compensate Ertegun Effendi's loss...

I will forgive you.

I am sorry, I thought you were someone else.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah.

Welcome.

Is Uncle Mikel not in?

No.

I saw Yunus Efendi in the market, he had a pouch on his back as a water bearer.

Sit down.

The great Cadi Yunus Efendi?

He’s not a cadi anymore, he’s a dervish.

I knew that...

but when I ran into him with the pouch on his back...

while returning from the class...

Why would anyone resign as a Cadi to become a dervish?

How can you explain it?

They say they have money in their stomachs.

-Let it go, they cause warts. -Are you scared, boy?

I'm not! Why should I be scared? Just let it go.

We need to break its shell, the money is underneath.

My grandfather saw one in the garden one time.

"This was in Malazgirt when Sultan Alp Arslan conquered it," he said.

This is the longest living animal.

Then let’s break its shell, let the gold coins drop.

A dervish is coming! Run, run!

What happened to your neck, old man?

Your wound is bleeding.

Come on now.

My mother wanted to buy a few clothes. My lesson's over but she's not back.

What’s your hurry? We could go together.

Where is Uncle Mikel?

He's gone to the village to treat a wounded man.

Welcome.

Is the doctor not in?

Kira Hatun says he's gone to the village.

If you have a question...

Kira Hatun is her father's student at the same time.

If you tell me the problem, I will do what I can.

When the children were playing in the square...

they wounded its neck.

It doesn’t look like a wound.

Like someone cut it deliberately but not to harm it.

Maybe it had a tick.

What are you doing, father?

I’m waiting, dear.

He says he’s waiting for the turtle.

He's waiting with a knife in his hand.

I will clean it with limewater. It is a good deed.

Are you going yet?

When Kira Hatun cleans it, I’ll come and get it.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

La ilaha illallah.

JOURNEY OF LOVE

What can change a man so much?

Naturally, he brought an animal to the doctor.

He hasn't gone crazy, has he?

The more humane you become the madder people will consider you.

Okay, get well soon.

I'll call Yunus Efendi then.

La ilaha illallah.

Kira has cleaned up the wound.

What will you do with it?

There was a tick on its neck. Someone removed it.

I don’t know how but I saw it in our garden once.

My father was waiting there with a knife in his hand.

My mother and I wondered.

Yes. No one is even concerned with humans these days...

let alone being concerned with an animal.

It must have walked away after it got rid of the tick.

That’s good. It still has a long life before it.

We should cry for our own lives.

Do they live long because they are slow?

They cry as well. They also have a life.

Of course, they do.

They do. No matter what carries life.

Be it an animal be it a human, who cares?

There are no types of life. Life is one.

Only one.

-My sheikh. -My sheikh.

Sahip Efendi had run away. Where did you find it?

Yunus Efendi found it in the town, my sheikh.

How could they do this to it?

The children threw stones at it. As a game, my sheikh.

Yunus Efendi saved it from them.

That’s good.

If they weren't children, the punishment would've been 40 lashes.

You are probably thinking, "What is this old man saying?"

Of course, there's no law against the torture of a turtle in the court.

But there is cruelty against life.

It also has a life.

Just because the cadi is unaware...

the Creator wouldn't abandon it.

Even if the cadi doesn’t know or care, it also has a life.

This means that the Creator is its owner.

Since life is only one, torturing requires 40 lashes as a punishment.

Doesn’t the Seljuk administration...

have the power to clean the streets...

leaving so many stones to throw?

Obviously, the cadi doesn’t have time to walk on the streets.

He only makes them clean the stones that trip him up.

You are probably thinking, "What's this old man saying?"

Of course, there's no law against the torture of a turtle in the court.

But there is cruelty against life.

It also has a life.

Just because the cadi is unaware...

The Creator wouldn’t abandon it.

Even if the cadi doesn’t know or care, it also has a life.

This means that The Creator is its owner.

Since life is only one, torturing requires 40 lashes as a punishment.

Must you repeat your lover's name?

Is this garden your new abode?

Are you as troubled as me?

O nightingale, do not sing sorrowfully

It's singing so beautifully.

It's singing sorrowfully.

Everyone thinks that the nightingale has a beautiful voice...

but you think it's sorrowful.

Why is it in sorrow?

Maybe its voice is beautiful thanks to its sorrows.

The nightingale is the poet of animals.

It has a beautiful voice because it sings the ultimate truth.

Whoever hears it...

whether a heretic, a pagan or a Muslim...

whether a shepherd or a peasant...

whether a sultan on a throne...

even if they're not aware, they feel that the nightingale sings the truth.

It has a beautiful voice.

Whoever has a heart...

finds beauty in its voice.

What makes it beautiful is that it's the sound of the truth.

Just like a nightingale, all poets are the nightingales of the garden.

We don’t need noises inviting us to the truth...

we need nightingales that sing for God.

Once in a while, from a being like nightingale comes a sound...

chirping the truth...

to the east, to the west...

to the north, to the south...

to speak the truth while silent...

only then speech turns to golden from silver.

When someone talks of the truth, the mind falls silent.

Each era has its own Asma.

The word of God is manifested differently in every era.

In some eras philosophers...

in other eras theologians became the utterer.

Spoken disclosure is the fastest.

But the effect of words is like an arrow.

It knows no bounds.

It becomes a legend in the tongue a poem in the heart.

The person is left out...

only truth would remain.

Is the nightingale the source of the truth?

Quite the contrary.

The truth just came out of the nightingale’s beak.

That honour was granted to the nightingale.

Otherwise...

who would know or recognise the nightingale?

If they saw it on a branch, they’d throw a stone at it, not sit and listen.

Does the nightingale know...

whether a king listens to it or a subject...

a religious man or a Sufi...

a villager or a city man?

I'm willing to do something, Bacim Sultan.

I’d like to talk to my master about it.

But before I talk to him...

I want you to know.

I'll be honest with you.

I’d like to talk to my master...

about my feelings for you...

if you find it suitable.

La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah.

Please, don't bother.

I can carry it.

Why has our sheikh gathered us?

Does anyone know, fellows?

I don’t know, sir.

Kasim Aga said, " be ready in the courtyard", that's it.

Who are not present here, fellow?

Minberci is working in the village. Gokmen hasn't returned from the field.

Where are we going, sir?

Curiosity killed the cat.

Use your energy to do your best for our lodge, fellow.

May you have a good morning, friends.

Is Yunus out?

It’s quite early though.

He goes out when the sun rises a bit more, my sheikh.

He must be in his cell.

Let me go to his cell and summon him, my sheikh.

He's not in his cell.

His water pouch isn't there either, my sheikh.

So he went early today.

What is the meaning of Tawheed?

In Sivrihisar, Doctor Mikel said...

"If you want to know the answer to this question, go to Nallihan".

My name is Artin.

If someone can tell me the real meaning of Tawheed...

I will become a Muslim.

But I haven't met such a person yet.

Isn’t there a Muslim in Nallihan...

to tell me the real meaning of Tawheed?

Then let’s break its shell, let the gold coins drop.

A dervish is coming! Run, run!

Welcome.

-Hanim Ana. -Thank you.

Kira.

Hasn't Uncle Mikel returned yet?

No, he’s still in Sivrihisar.

Dear, keep it there. I'll be in the market...

while Bacim's in class.

Sure.

I’ll go to Tailor Ayse. Then we’ll go to the draper's shop.

Okay, mother. Well, I’m off to class now.

Do you have anything to say to Aunt Fatma?

Give her my regards.

Sure, I will.

See you soon.

How is Yunus Efendi?

How do I know?

You don’t know but you wonder.

Don’t start.

Yunus Efendi became a dervish a long time ago.

As if you didn't know.

So what?

I thought dervishes could marry as well.

That’s true.

Well then?

What’s the problem?

They say a dervish’s feet and his wife’s eyes are on the road.

Dervishes go as they please.

They can’t stay in one place.

Thank you.

-Peace be upon you. -And upon you, my sheikh.

How are you, my friend?

I need your himma I don’t need anything else.

A person is known with his desires.

We are dependent on barley and wheat.

You pursue himma.

Not worldly things.

Well...

did your sons return from the campaign?

They did not, my sheikh.

They should not.

A war ends, another one starts.

Our state doesn’t need farmers, it needs warriors.

Yes.

That’s why warriors fight in all four fronts.

But...

a land which you don’t cultivate can't be yours, my friend.

The sword takes the land, the crop makes it yours.

You see...

if the actual owner is not there...

the land belongs to those who take care of and plant it.

So true, my sheikh.

I'm an ignorant man.

How can I know what is true or not, if you don’t tell me?

How can I know the truth?

I'm not a nightingale.

See you soon.

Don't, please.

Please, don't.

He’s got his dervishes around. Where are they going?

I don’t know.

Strange.

Come on.

Now take this as well.

Draw a line here.

Shall we play nine stones?

-Yes! -Yes!

You are a big man, how come you know it?

Don't big men know how to play?

Of course, they do, but do they play?

Yes.

Don’t we all play games in this world?

Here you are.

Who’s going to throw first?

-Me, me! I’ll throw. -Me, me! I’ll throw.

-What is your name? -Ali.

Ali, you throw first. Come on then, behind the line.

Come on, Ali.

Your turn.

What is the meaning of Tawheed?

Don’t you know? Aren’t you a Muslim?

Thank God I am but...

Do you know Doctor Mikel?

Yes, I do, he’s my friend.

He said to me in Sivrihisar...

"when someone tells you the real meaning of Tawheed..."

"you’ll convert to Islam."

"Then go to Nallihan to seek an answer."

I ask everyone but nobody knows.

I am Artin the Armenian.

They say God is one, do we say nine?

What's so special about Tawheed? Why should I recite it?

You should go to Tapduk Emre lodge then.

You’ll find your answer there.

-It is not fair. He wins again! -He has done it again.

Do you want to play again?

-Yes, yes! -Yes, we do!

Alright, find some stones then.

-Come on, let’s go! -Pick up some stones.

He was a great cadi.

Now he plays nine stones with children.

Do you know the meaning of Tawheed?

Do you know the meaning of Tawheed?

Do you know who Tapduk Emre is?

Do you know where Tapduk Emre’s lodge is?

So the children threw stones at Sahip Efendi in this street.

So the children came before us...

and cleaned the road.

Well...

if you give a stone to a child, he may do as he pleases.

For some, throwing stones is a game, for others it's cleaning the road.

Cleaning the road is a sunnah.

Just like the road of the truth.

You need to clean those obstacles as well.

Otherwise you might trip and fall.

You would end up having blood on your face and such...

you wouldn't even know what hit you.

Hello to you, old man. I'm looking for Sheikh Tapduk Emre.

Why are you looking for him?

I am going to ask him the meaning of Tawheed.

Tapduk Emre is an ignorant peasant.

He is just an illiterate man.

How could he know the meaning of Tawheed?

Go and ask someone else.

Obviously, that you are a sheikh as well, old man.

I am old, but I don't know whether I'm a sheikh or not.

Then tell me, I came from Sivrihisar.

I asked everyone and someone told me to go to Tapduk Emre's lodge.

Good.

Go there, then.

I don't know where it is, sir.

I don't know Nallihan, I'm a poor Armenian guy from Sivrihisar.

If you ask for Emrem Sultan village, everyone would tell you where it is.

Please, mother, let me help you.

It is heavy, my dear.

That's why I am offering help.

You cannot carry it, it's heavy.

Yunus Efendi is coming.

Let me carry it.

May God give you contentment in the heart, Yunus Efendi.

If your leather pouch is empty...

let’s walk to the lodge.

Your wife is also in the market, sir.

They went from the left side, Yunus was with them.

Then let us join them.

We will get together and go home.

Did you overhaul the hide, fellows?

Well...

A sheikh on a satin cushion...

A Sultan on a golden throne.

Of course, man desires it.

When he's sat on the hide for three days, he comes up...

with his own laws on the fourth day.

On the fifth, he would want...

everyone to be a slave to his set of rules.

This is how it is.

I do not know of the throne things.

On a golden hide...

or on a pearl hide...

an owl is an owl.

If the hide could save them...

everyone would sit on their hide and fly away.

This road is not like they say.

Well...

is it not a lodge?

What is jealousy doing there?

Well...

is it not a lodge?

What is gossip doing in there?

It comes to a point, you ask, "is it not a dervish lodge?"

"What are humans doing in there?"

Where are the enlightened ones?

There may be a strange bird, a rose bird or an owl.

It looks nice, it chirps nicely...

but it is a wisdom thief.

To cut a long story short...

it looks fine on the outside but it's empty on the inside.

The soul-suckers are from soul to soul the rose bird goes from rose to rose.

You need the owl in ruined buildings.

What is ruined?

Some building with dilapidated walls.

Where ominous creatures live.

A wall is made of adobe brick.

An adobe brick is made from earth and water.

With air and the sun.

A human, just like a brick, is made of these four elements.

Then dervishood is disciplining these four...

to make them harmless.

What are these?

When one is disciplined, he reaches enlightenment.

His wall becomes complete. They become one.

The more he burns...

the more complete his wholeness be.

While a brick is to be burned, how can you be a human...

without burning?

What does the Creator state in Al-Kahf?

Thus the two went on.

They came to a town and asked for food.

But they refused to give them hospitality.

They didn't give them anything to eat or drink, not even a bed to sleep.

Kidr looked and saw a wall ready to collapse.

He immediately set it right.

Moses said to him...

"If you wanted, you could have demanded a fee for this".

Khidr’s purpose was to complete Moses’ walls.

To turn Moses’ apparent knowledge...

into genuine knowledge.

Then it is obvious why those owl-like wisdom thieves...

look like owls.

Because they are ruins with incomplete walls.

Even though they are incomplete...

they try to sell wisdom and to find disciples.

He spends his time counting the number of people listening to him.

As if the certain number of disciples...

will gave him a garden in Paradise.

Just like...

say buzzard.

The kite...

the kite bird as we know it.

What does it do?

It goes and makes a nest somewhere which does not belong to it.

Well?

Then it needs chicks for the nest.

It goes and raids other birds’ nests...

kidnaps their chickss...

brings to its nest.

It tries to feed them carcass like itself.

But...

are dervishes like that?

A dervish is like a hawk.

He flies high and does not eat carcass.

He doesn't live in ruined buildings like owls...

or steal other’s chicks like kites.

It is a hunter.

But it does not depend on what others have hunted...

it does not eat carcass.

What did my master say?

Dervishes know each other because they're on the road to God.

Oh, the kite!

What if the kite kidnaps...

a baby hawk and carries to its nest?

Even if it hatched in a kite’s nest, a hawk is a hawk.

La ilaha illallah. La ilaha illallah.

Permission, my sheikh.

Is that you, Yunus?

Can't you sleep?

Have a good morning, my sheikh.

I don't know what time it is.

Sit, sit down.

The Adhan will be recited shortly.

With your permission...

there is something I want to say, my sheikh.

Say then.

In my cell...

I was performing dhikr.

It was late at night.

Then...

all of a sudden I saw myself.

It was not a dream.

It was not a vision.

Tell me, where were you?

I was in the lodge, here.

I was only performing dhikr.

By my side...

were others.

I was at the beginning of the line.

I was repeating my usual dhikr.

I don't know how long I kept doing it.

I looked to the side...

and all the others in line...

were asleep.

I was...

performing dhikr.

They were sleeping.

So they were sleeping?

They were, my sheikh.

You were performing dhikr...

while they were sleeping by your side.

They were.

Well...

come now, son...

let’s go and wake the sleepers up.