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THE JOURNEY OF LOVE

A farmer friend of ours from Sivrihisar...

complains about someone reducing the prices too much.

As a villager, he doesn't have the means to complain to the state.

What can be done? I wanted to ask whether there's a measure against this...

in the ahi chamber.

Go and tell our sheikh...

his highness may rest assured.

Our lodge won't have a problem like that anymore.

Thank you, uncle.

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La ilaha illallah.

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From now on...

you do not have any rights on the Candaroglu property.

From now on, leave all your tasks.

If you have anything to say, say it now.

If not...

Where are you going, Yunus Efendi?

Where are you going before selling the wheat?

You worked so hard and suffered.

You even dropped me for this cause.

Where are you going before enjoying the result?

Yunus Efendi.

Verily we belong to Allah, and verily to Him do we return.

What happened, fellows? Who killed our friend?

Amen.

Fear not.

I know that it wasn't you.

Had he had a third brother...

Cain would have had him do the job.

Is there anybody...

JOURNEY OF LOVE

Wake up.

Wake up now, Yunus Efendi.

Wake up.

I said wake up, come on now.

Come on.

If one is meant to fall...

no leash or saddle can save one.

But we shouldn’t consider it as a bad thing.

We all say 'Alas!' after it happens.

Why don't you read, o fool?

It's all written in the Book of the Universe.

May I come in?

Come in.

May you have a good morning, Kasim Efendi.

You too, fellow.

Go on, talk.

The dervishes are ready for prayer, Kasim Efendi.

Well?

Our sheikh hasn’t come to the post for the fajr prayer.

-He must be at home. -The adhan was recited quite a while ago.

He would come if he were at home.

Good Lord!

So he didn’t return last night.

Good Lord.

I hope nothing's wrong.

Come on now.

It’s time to fly back home.

Come on.

Come on, we should pray before time runs out, fellow.

What’s this now?

Slow down.

Be careful. Gently.

Slow down.

Wife, make some tarhana soup for him. Nice and hot.

What happened, my sheikh?

Whatever is in his fate...

has happened.

How can we know what happened, fellows?

When I went out with Kasim Efendi...

our sheikh was bringing him on a cart.

Been a year since he was gone. What has he been doing since then?

Where did our sheikh find him?

May you have a nice chat, fellows.

Having seeing Yunus Efendi after so long and in this condition...

we were talking about him.

Why talking about that though?

Thank God he is with us again.

We wondered who and why anyone would do this to him...

well, of course, no one knows.

He’s been away from the lodge for a year. Where did he stay? What did he do?

If he'd been up to something good...

he wouldn’t have been in this condition.

Do you know what happened to him though?

How am I supposed to know, fellow?

But it is obvious that someone meant to harm him.

But I don’t know what it is...

or who caused it.

I'm just trying to make sense of the situation.

Oh!

Don’t tire yourself.

My father told me to prepare tarhana soup.

I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

You seem better.

You were very weak when my father brought you in the morning.

My sheikh...

Did my sheikh bring me here?

Don’t you remember? There were a carter and a child with him.

Child!

-Where is the child? -I don’t know.

He must have gone with the carter.

What are you doing, Yunus Efendi?

I need to go.

In this condition?

You’d only harm yourself. How can you go like this?

The best spoon is made of boxwood.

Boxwood is durable and strong.

It lasts a long time.

Suppose it’s the heritage of poor people like me.

And it’s also the craftsmanship of our great forefather,

Fellow Ahmad Yasawi.

What happened to Yunus Efendi, my sheikh?

Is the reason or the culprit known?

Is there anything unknown in this world, Kasim?

He was offended by being sent away from the lodge.

It must be because of that.

He was in quite a fury when we talked.

Now, when I see him like this, that furious face...

What makes a ship float or sink is water, Kasim.

If the ship is on the water, it floats.

If it takes on water, it sinks.

-May I come in, my sheikh? -Come, Saruhan, come in.

Bacim Sultan summons you, my sheikh.

Father, father, he’s gone!

-He got up and left, father, he left! -Wait, my dear, calm down.

Don’t rush your words.

Yunus Efendi got up and left, father.

Where did he go?

I don’t know, father. I tried to talk him out of it but he didn’t listen.

He asked about the child and I said that he left.

Then he got up and left.

He’ll come.

He’ll come.

You can drop me here.

-Thank you, Uncle Idris. -You too.

Ismail!

Ismail!

Ismail!

Ismail!

Ismail!

Ismail!

Ismail!

Why are you shouting?

Are you setting a trap again?

No, no trap. I was sleeping in the shade.

Stop!

I cannot carry you!

-Come on, we’re going. -I won’t go.

-I said come on. -Where are we going?

-To the lodge. -I won’t go.

-What will I do in the lodge? -Come here, walk on!

-I said I won’t go. -Come on, we need to pack.

Pick up the gifts.

I’d like to present the silvers personally, Sari.

Where can we put these, sire?

The dervishes will help, Ali Taygun.

Why did you bother, uncle? I could have informed you.

Thank you, nephew.

Of course, you’re welcome here, uncle, but...

Our job is not to chitchat, nephew.

We manage the state.

We know how to act in regards to the situation, if you don't mind.

Of course not.

You just do what you have to do, that’ll be enough. Leave the worrying to us.

I don’t feel like going.

Of course, you never think of anything good.

You only think about being a drifter and a vagabond.

I won’t join the fajr prayer, just so you know.

I’ll pray alone then go back to sleep.

We’ll see.

I have another condition.

Thank you, Kasim.

-We gave you trouble, nephew. -Enjoy it.

We heard that some irresponsible guy in Sarikoy, Sivrihisar...

was reducing the price of wheat...

wanting to make the lodge suffer losses.

Yes.

Wanting is free...

but giving is free as well.

Just like you say, my sheikh.

He did want but he didn’t look around...

to see who’s friend or foe.

It’s been a long time.

I said the troubles of the world never end, Argun.

Go and see how our Sheikh Effendi is.

Thank you so very much for your concern, Argun Bey.

What can you expect? We came, we live and we’ll go when the time comes.

Like a fox having a thousand plans...

but all of them about the chicken coop.

Just like the fox, we have a thousand complaints...

all about old age.

If our sheikh has a complaint...

a doctor has come from Hevedan to Ankara.

They say he’s a student of Avicenna...

a famous doctor.

May God increase his knowledge.

But what can a doctor do to the setting sun, Argun Bey?

Is there a medicine that can stop time?

We wanted...

to come and see how you are.

In the meantime...

Also, I have a favour to ask.

What favour will our mayor ask?

But please do tell.

If we can, we will. If we can’t, we won’t.

Even though the public doesn’t appreciate it...

all our efforts are for them, my sheikh.

But even babies understand...

that our country is going through very difficult times.

As this duty is given to us...

craftsmen in their shop, farmers in the field...

herders herding sheep should find peace.

What I mean is...

for all these jobs I need...

an advisor who is wise and clever.

I said, 'Argun Bey, in this country only our sheikh can suggest a man...

with such qualifications'.

Let us think about it a bit, Argun Bey.

We’ll think it over and we’ll inform you.

-With your permission then, my sheikh. -Permission is yours.

Kasim!

At your service, my sheikh.

You forgot your things, Argun Bey.

If you’d be kind enough...

to accept them...

it's our present, my sheikh.

We thought that you were carrying it around...

because it is silver and precious.

-Are the red ones rose-scented? -Yes.

-The other? -Pistachio.

Okay, put some of both.

Don’t eat too much. Your teeth will rot and fall off.

Let the teeth fall as long as you have candy.

-Is it okay? -Okay, sir.

-Peace be upon you. -And upon you.

Open your hand.

No, thanks.

Don’t you want a candy?

Alright then, give me one.

Peace be upon you, gentlemen.

-And upon you. -And upon you.

-And upon you. -And upon you.

How are you all?

Do you have any problems?

Give me the other one.

The taxes.

It’s a big burden, sire.

Very well, then.

If you like to talk so much...

tell the people how those taxes are spent as well.

Roads for your caravans.

Bridges for you to pass rivers...

Soldiers to stop the Mongols from looting your shops...

and raping your wives...

and your daughters.

Now tell us. Do the collected taxes go to Candaroglu...

or to the people?

Mashallah. If people saw you...

they’d wonder what our sheikh would do with all these spoons.

If anyone asks, say that I’m going to sell them.

The people in the market don’t talk all that well about my uncle.

People are like that.

If you were a bird and flew, they’d break your wing.

Even water in the market costs money. But people...

are free.

“Taxes over taxes are very hard to carry”, they say.

Both the ahis and the villagers.

If they say so, they’re right.

We can’t contradict those who...

complain about suffering losses.

After all...

he doubtlessly likes you, my sheikh.

Maybe he couldn’t say it directly to your face but...

Why should he like me, Kasim?

What do we have to do with mayors and generals?

Since I am a member of this community...

whoever likes them...

likes me too.

Someone who dislikes the community...

shouldn’t expect sincerity from me either.

Yunus and that boy, my sheikh.

Welcome.

Welcome, Ismail Efendi.

We forgot you, please forgive us.

I knew it.

What did you know?

That you were a sheikh.

-Who told you that? -Should someone have told me?

Isn’t it obvious?

Then this must be the Tapduk Emre lodge.

If you say so, it is, sir.

I know.

A lot of people come from Sivrihisar.

Doesn’t Uncle Veli come here? Kalayci Nusret also comes here.

And many more. Imam Husnu also comes here.

Let me.

From now on, he wants to stay with us.

Well, then.

Come here.

Come.

Come on now.

Let me introduce you to some of them.

Fellow!

How will you go in this state?

I’m fine, Kasim Efendi.

Thank you.

My dear, don’t watch it. Do it.

Are you available, wife?

Here, mother.

Peace be upon you.

And upon you.

Don’t tire yourself, Yunus Efendi. Come, sit here.

Thank you, Hanim Ana.

I’m fine.

Doesn’t anyone want to get to know Ismail Efendi?

Of course, we do. Welcome, Ismail.

Thank you, Hanim Ana.

Welcome, Ismail Efendi.

Stop, don’t.

Am I that old?

Wife, is there hot water in the cauldron?

-Yes. -Good, good.

Then we should wash Ismail Efendi.

No, I don’t want to. I've recently swum!

Where did you swim?

In the creek.

Didn't I swim? Come on, tell them.

It’s a good thing.

It will be good.

Disasters are a lesson to a wise one.

There isn’t a single wise man who hasn’t graduated from the disaster school.

-Mother, mother! -Stop, don’t run away!

Dirty, Ismail Efendi.

Ismail Efendi.

If you don't mind, let’s exchange a few words.

I know the things that impair prayer. Things that impair ablution as well.

And things that impair fasting.

Of course, you do. Why wouldn’t you?

I’m not going to tell you about those.

You’d know them better than us.

So many sheikhs and muftis...

tell and tell.

Which is good.

They do, but don’t think that religion is all about it.

Now, it came to a point where...

you’d think that religion is only how to do ablution...

and the things that impair fasting and prayer.

Things you call fasting, ablution, and prayer only exist...

if you have faith, my friends.

Now tell us the things that impair faith...

so that our ablution is always pure.

Come on, tell us, Mufti Efendi.

Memorising things that impair fasting isn’t very hard.

You tell us...

the things that impair faith.

Violating people's rights.

Ignoring people's labour.

Assigning posts to incompetent people.

Nepotism.

Cheating in your job and calculations.

Greed.

Oppressing the weak.

Grovelling to the powerful.

Inciting dissension within the community.

Not being a sharer but a separatist.

Envying even friends.

Lying.

Bearing a grudge.

We always say it; let’s repeat it again.

What does our great forefather, Fellow Ahmad Yasawi say?

Deceive you with his tears, Every day up he slips.

Never is he up to the mark, The doomsday sheikh

A turban on his head he wears Hoping to find some disciples

What good is it without knowledge? The doomsday sheikh

The material world he embraces Runs away when trouble nears

He spreads blasphemy all around the doomsday sheikh.

Now it is all like this.

We commit 1000 different sins and talk of things impairing ablution.

We know perform ablution.

The solution is evident, the remedy is evident.

As well as how to catch up with a missing prayer or fasting.

Then tell me.

What is the remedy of all those sins that impair faith?

What is the prescription?

Where can we find the prescription for sin?

Which doctor has it?

Let me tell you a story from Bayazidi Bestami...

to finish our sermon.

He was walking with his disciples one day.

They came to a wali dorm.

Now they call it a mental institution.

While they were chatting with the doctors...

a doctor informed them about which medicines cure...

which mental illness.

After all this information, his highness asked the doctor a question.

"Doctor Efendi, you..."

"mentioned the remedies for all illnesses".

But what is the medicine for the illness of sin?"

After a short silence...

one of the residents there...

as doctors would say one of the patients...

politely asked for permission to talk.

“If the wise men give permission, can I say what medicine it is?”

Bayazidi Bestami allows him to talk after this sincere request.

The doctors are also eager to hear what their patient is going to say.

"The medicine for the illness of sin..."

"is that you get the root of penitence, mix it with a leaf of repentance..."

"you put them in the mortar of heart..."

"and pound it with the pestle of Oneness."

"After sieving it through the sieve of mercy..."

"you make a dough out of it with tears..."

"and bake it in the fire of love".

"You mix a bit of affection honey..."

"and eat it little by little in the morning and evening..."

"with the spoon of modesty".

After learning this nice medicine, Bayazidi Hazrat said...

"What kind of a world is this..."

"that they brought you here saying that you are mad?"

That is all, friends.

Do not think that this is only a story.

The prescription is true.

This medicine is worth prescribing to those who have sin illness.

This prescription is still valid.

How?

Our Lord promises great things...

to those who repent sincerely.

One of these...

is transforming sins into good deeds.

Do not hesitate on how this can be.

That is the divine promise. Only fools can dispute it.

God’s mercy is this wide.

Our duty is to believe and surrender.

To trust Him and run to His mercy.

Our Lord treats His subjects in accordance...

with their faith and intentions in their hearts.

Those who call on God are not deprived.

As in the verse, "Allah loves those who repent"...

as in the hadith, "of course, Allah loves His faithful subjects..."

"who commits sin and repents"...

He saves His subject’s heart that wallows in sin.

Well.

Let’s say that this is enough for today.

Let’s be quiet...

so that Ismail Efendi does not wake up.

There is a small mattress in the alcove, at the bottom on the right. Bring it.

Ismail Efendi is travelling...

now in the sky, now under the sea.

Good for him.

We've heard a child’s voice in our home at this age.

Why would we complain?

Our Prophet says that...

the sound of children and the sound of rain...

remind you of God.

Come now, Yunus Efendi. Let’s have a few words together.

It has been a long time, Yunus Efendi.

Go on, tell me.

What have you been doing so far?

I made a mistake, sir.

And...

it is not such a mundane mistake.

But I don't want to repeat it.

I feel very sorry.

I have made a big mistake.

I have sinned greatly...

but you still did not turn your back on me.

I was...

deceived by my own Self.

And...

with fury...

I treated you like an enemy.

But you still...

with your great grace, offered your hand.

You saved your helpless subject.

It's the world causing these problems, Yunus Efendi.

Those who cannot save themselves from worldly issues...

cannot be saved.

Even if he says that he is saved...

he actually wants to be saved from something else.

Come, Yunus.

Come.

This lodge welcomes everyone when they come...

and bids farewell when they decide to leave.

Do whatever you want to do here.

What does the Creator say in the Book?

"Mention Me until you die."

Then...

take up where you left off.

Bear this in mind, Yunus.

Never forget it.

Reciting God never ends.

Reciting God is eternal.

I've shared with you so many secrets from the start.

I've told you that this is a field of fury; pass it quickly.

I told you that you couldn't stay here for long.

that trouble will find you and you will pursue trouble.

Get it over with quickly.

I say it again.

This is the door of repentance.

This door wants food; it wants glamour.

It wants money; it desires adultery.

It wants everything worldly.

It continually wants.

The worst part is that it grows an unstoppable fire inside a man.

Such a fire...

that you won't see it in the eyes of a hungry wolf looking at a lamb.

Oh! Will you not feel remorse?

As the name implies, 'repentance'.

You either repent...

or you do the same thing you repented again.

But whatever you do from now on, you are aware.

This awareness is the difference between this state and enjoying the sin.

But it cannot be without duty.

What do the sages say?

Dervishes are known by their duty.

Whatever you command, my sheikh.

You have heard of the mayor.

You mean Candaroglu Argun Bey?

We care about the office he represents.

Whoever sits in the office is the mayor.

I will get to the point. He came for a visit.

I don't know why he asked such a favour...

but he wants an advisor.

I've thought about it...

and decided that you are the most competent for this job.

Early in the morning...

you will go to Candaroglu mansion...

and start your duty.

Where have you been, dear? Are you doing it unwillingly?

Let me check on my father.

He was in the courtyard.

Ismail.

Ismail.

-Is he asleep? -Yes.

If it were not so cold...

we would sleep under the stars.

Father.

Tomorrow...

I would like to go to Zahide.

Yunus...

will go to the mayor’s mansion in the morning.

He may escort you.

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

God, God, God, God!

In the name of God.

You care for Ismail a lot.

Who is he to you?

Is he a son of a relative?

No.

Whose then?

He belongs to Someone who is the owner of the abandoned.

How, doesn't he have a father?

He is an orphan, with no mother or father.

What happened to his mother and father?

I heard his father was martyred in a battle against the Mongols in Kirsehir.

-Welcome, Bacim. -Thank you, Zahide.

Come, come here.

Aygul, go to the kitchen.

See what Ummu Hatun is cooking.

-Tell her that we have a guest. -As you wish.

Stop.

Do not bother anyone for me.

What do you mean?

My dear sister has come to my mansion for the first time.

You are a guest in Candaroglu mansion...

and you think the servants will be bothered?

Okay. Let them be.

It's not a problem for me.

You have a visitor, sir.

Who?

His name is Yunus Efendi, sir. He said you were waiting for him.

Tell him to come in.

Let’s see who this Yunus Efendi is.