Legend: "Acha Man O"!!

 Legend: "Acha Man O"!! 

There was a salt lake on the way to the Turkish city of Cappadocia. When the sunlight fell on this lake, it looked like a mirage. The white salt shone like snow. Sitting in the bus, he was passing by that lake. It was late afternoon when I reached Cappadocia. Dhup had gilded the city like an expert goldsmith. The heat was intense and people were hiding in cave-like houses. He found his way to his hotel which was built in a cave. 

Most of the houses in Cappadocia were built in ancient caves. These caves were formed from volcanic ash millions of years ago. These caves made of loose soil and stones, around which the winds have circled with devotion for years have enhanced their beauty. The winds of Cappadocia were painters and the caves here are masterpieces of centuries of labor of these painters. In these caves there were old churches and houses. Seeing these caves, he began to think. Humans have been living in caves for centuries. Thinking this, he raised his head and walked to the hotel. 

After checking in, he went to the room. Rested for a while and then took a bath and went out to roam around the city. Asr time was approaching. After going some distance from the hotel, he saw a small restaurant. From where the smell of Turkish chowder was coming. A boy was working there. He was probably eighteen years old. Similar in appearance to the Hazara people living in Quetta. He asked for soup. The boy asked him to sit down in broken Urdu. He was surprised. 

Young man: Where are you from? he asked

I!! I am from Afghanistan. Came here to work. The boy said

Do you speak Urdu? he asked

"He stayed in a refugee camp in Peshawar for some time. Abi came to Turkey to work. Idar came to work. The situation in Afghanistan is bad. I was not allowed to go to Pakistan again, so Idar came. The owner of the hotel is a good man," he said. Told the story. 

Hmm. Let God be your helper. He said in a pitiful tone. 

After drinking Chorpa, he went towards the market. 

The sun in the sky was about to go down from the horizon. 

People were sipping Turkish tea in coffee houses of the city. A few had tasbih in their hands which they were twisting in their fingers. Two people were playing bridge on the front table. 

Cats roaming in the market were chewing bones and children's food. 

He stopped in front of a hotel. Up here was a balcony. 

The balcony was lined with old-fashioned rugs and cow pillows. Where people were sitting drinking shisha. In the local language it was called Nirgala. The colored smoke clears from the nargula's nostrils and goes into his respiratory tract and after a while passes through his lungs and dissolves in the air through his mouth. 

Smoke!! 

He thought. 

Third state of matter. Where gas atoms move away from each other. Just as the unfaithful lover runs away from her lover. He laughed at the thought. 

The winding road in front of the hotel led to hills and caves visible in the distance. 

He got curious. 

What will happen here so far ahead? 

He stepped forward. 

There was a village on both sides of the road at a distance of about 100 minutes. Here in the mud houses, the women were sitting on the doorposts of the houses wearing traditional Turkish clothes. 

Clay pots were lying in front. These were kept as a tourist attraction. The pottery was shaped like the valley of Cappadocia and its caves, with Turkey and Cappadocia written on it in colors. 

Usually they are bought by tourists as souvenirs or tokens. So that they have a memory of coming here and buying something from here. Horses were tied behind the houses and were grazing lazily. He entered a house-like shop. Apart from the pots, there were honey and dry fruits. He bought a few grams of Turkish fruit for the road. 

After leaving the shop, he started walking straight on the road. The sun was setting now. 

There were big caves in front. It was an open air museum. 

During the ancient Roman period, a few Christians hid in the caves here to avoid the punishment of the kings. Here they built churches for worship in the caves. 

He entered a cave. Here in front, the image of Jesus Christ was painted on the wall. 

He thought. 

These people were worshipers but settled in caves to hide. Couldn't they get God's protection on this earth of God? 

And even when God did not care about them, they were still busy remembering God in worship. Every other cave gave a view of a place of worship. 

In a few caves, the traces of the church had been seen by the events of time. Through the caves he came again to the road. 

It was evening now. 

In front was a high mound. 

He started climbing the hill. In no time he was on the mound. 

Far away from here, the sun was beginning to set. 

Gold was melting in the valley. 

With the setting of the sun, his heart also began to sink within him. 

Will I be like this sun for ever and ever? At that moment he thought. 

How hard is the path of annihilation. Hopes, desires, joys and sorrows all become piles of dust in the basket of annihilation. Why does man live for desires? 

Are desires the survival link that helps a person to survive? 

The sun was now hanging from the valley tree like a ripe red apple. 

He wanted to catch it and eat it and fill his being with light. Eliminate the darkness in it. 

The sun had set. The call to prayer from the mosque in the far valley was echoing throughout the valley. 

The existence of life is also a gap from one Azan to another. 

He shook his head. 

He felt that he was seeing a dream, but a dream that had awakened his soul. 

Was the Azan echoing in the valley the beginning or the end of this break? At that moment he could not distinguish between the two. 

And he didn't even want to make the distinction that he was in the present. 

In the state of existence. 

Life was passing him by at that moment. 

And his being was shining in the radiance of life like the salt lake passing through Cappadocia that sparkled with sunlight. He said, quoting the accent of a Hazara boy he had met some time ago: “O man, the owner of the world?