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I have witnessed...

...the murder suspect, Pulpit-maker Hasan...

...murder Candar's son Ilhan...

...and Candar's son Halil near Delice Creek and another witness...

...was present there to testify...

...for my testimony.

In the event...

...no evidence towards another result was found.

I didn't...

...kill anyone. God!

You are at court!

If you have an objection, state it now.

If not...

...do not waste the court's time.

When reality is thus...

...we ask the accused.

Do you object?

On the breath I take...

...on the prophet...

...who is the reason for the creation of the world, I swear...

...I didn't kill anyone.

I saw it with my own eyes!

I only wanted to help.

That day, I was on my way back...

...from building Saricalar's mosque's pulpit.

As I was on my way to the creek to wash up and go pray...

...I saw someone fighting for his life.

I did everything I could to save him...

If your intention was to save a life and not to take one...

...then why did you run away when you saw me. Do tell!

I was afraid, Cadi Efendi.

I have a lonely mother.

I didn't want to get myself in trouble and leave her all alone.

I didn't kill anyone.

Forgive me.

The decision...

...has been made.

The murder of Candar's son Ilhan and Candar's son Halil...

...for the purpose of robbery...

...took place near Delice Creek...

...and was committed by the subject...

...Pulpit-maker Hasan.

For this reason...

...since there is no witness or evidence...

...suggesting otherwise, it has been decided that...

...he is to be executed.

Tell me, aghas, what is it that worries you so?

What else could it be?

And, how would he know if Hasan is a murderer?

You are right, how would he know?

This decision is sharia's, but Cadi's own.

Cadis should never act arbitrarily.

Where is the evidence for this?

You are right.

Aghas!

Pray be silent for a moment.

This is a council.

Not a place for rebellion.

Sheikh...

...the Ahis are telling the truth.

The sentence must be appealed.

He would not hurt a fly, who says he killed a man?

That is right.

Bandits and Mongolians raid run wild...

...and the poor wait to be executed in prison.

This is not justice!

This is not justice! It is murder.

Aghas, you speak true but...

...the finger cut by sharia does not hurt.

When was sharia ever left to the lips of a Cadi, Sheikh?

If you have money, justice is your dog. If you are poor, hell is where you rot.

Calm yourself, Felt-maker!

Do your ears hear what your mouth says?

Is it a lie?

A poor man is always abused.

Wherever there is a helpless man, he is crushed.

Wherever there is a Turkmen camp, it is raided!

Wherever there is a villager, the state is knocking down his door.

Enough, aghas! Enough!

Cadi Efendi has delivered judgment, my Sheikh.

"Judgement" is one thing, "sentence" is another.

So tell me, what is it?

He said "execution," definitively.

My Sheikh...

...we obey sharia without question.

Without question...

...but Cadi Efendi said he had a witness.

He said he so but...

...even if he is a Cadi...

...should he not present his witness?

He did not even give a name.

I am his witness.

Peace be with you, Cadi Efendi.

And peace be upon you, Mesud Agha. What is the hurry?

For aforementioned reasons...

...sentence of Nallihan's Cadi, Cadi Yunus...

...was faulty...

...and should be overruled.

Who gave this fatwa, Mesud Agha?

Our Master Sheikh has, Cadi Efendi.

I am...

...the Cadi of Seljuk-i Nallihan, Cadi Yunus!

I ask you!

What's the name and the position of the person who gave this fatwa?

The fatwa's owner...

...is our Sheikh Tapduk Emre, Cadi Efendi.

Since when is justice served and is sharia protected by...

...the under educated lodge Sheikhs...

...Mesud Agha?

Welcome, Cadi Efendi.

Nice to see you.

Sheikh Efendi.

The reason of this visit is obvious.

Catch your breath.

You are amongst friends.

It is clear that I am.

It must be for this reason that you object to my justice...

...even though you are aware that I am the Cadi.

Far from it, Cadi Efendi! My objection was not to justice...

...it was to the sentence given.

These are...

...state affairs, Sheikh Efendi.

You should not get involved.

Sentencing is one thing...

...Cadi is another thing...

...justice is yet another thing, then.

How can appealing the sentence be refusing justice, Cadi Efendi?

Does it make a difference if I know the Cadi or not?

I did not come here to argue.

What I would like from you...

...is to change the claim you have given to the Ahis...

...about my sentence being faulty.

That is easy.

If reality will change...

...along with my claim...

...I will change it at once.

-Peace be with you, mother. -And upon you.

What does the Cadi say, mother? Why did he come?

-Welcome, my girl. -Good to see you, Lady Mother.

Mother, I am asking you about the Cadi.

How should I know, daughter?

Is that my job?

Are you hungry, my girl?

Thank you, Lady Mother, I am not.

If you are free...

...get the fire going so we can cook.

There's nothing to eat for the night.

It must be about the death sentence he has given.

He was very angry, did you not see?

Did you look at his face, Sister Sultan?

Why would the Cadi be angry with your Sheikh father?

My father must have appealed the death sentence.

Is it not possible to both talk and get things done, ladies?

What do the aghas want, Subashi?

They want to travel to Konya to the Head Cadi...

...to appeal the sentence you have given Pulpit-maker Hasan.

So you will appeal the sentence...

...I have given, is that so, aghas?

Who has ordered you to do so?

Your Sheikh?

I would expect you to aid justice and...

...not to veil it with fancy words.

I did not see a murderer, Cadi Efendi!

Ah!

Then I have lied by presenting you as a witness.

Not at all, Cadi Efendi.

I avoid speaking lies just to validate you.

If you are so faithful as to avoid speaking lies...

...then why do you cast a shadow on justice by drawing back your statement?

Who am I, what is my value, what is my worth...

...to cast shadows on such an enormous star, Cadi Efendi?

I didn't come here to argue with you, Sheikh Efendi.

The scales of justice function with evidence.

We decide not with our opinions but with our knowledge.

If sentencing was given with fancy words and mind games...

...justice would be served in courts by poets and philosophers, not Cadis!

You are right.

A Cadi should decide with knowledge.

If we are to talk about knowledge contained in books...

...then me being a witness is not strictly valid.

Why is this so?

A blind person's testimony is invalid in sharia law.

You formed a court...

...and now make decisions in your own name?

You ask for a source?

His Highness Kuduri's briefs are clear.

You are illiterate.

But one does not need to be literate...

...to memorize the names of the books.

On the 387th page of the first volume...

...he has clearly stated the situation.

Well said.

But in his fatwa, His Highness Kuduri talks about the blind...

...of their testimony not being accepted! Are you blind?

It is obvious they have taught you well in Karatay Madrasa, Cadi Efendi.

Then...

...we should talk about logic.

Less is proof that there is more, Cadi Efendi!

Now, if...

...you had two sacks of sugar in there...

...and you gave me only two cups...

Looking at those two cups...

...would I not have faith in you for having more sugar?

Getting back to my eyes...

...does this make me wholly blind?

But do I have blindness?

I do.

I see a little.

But do I see?

I do.

But are my eyes fully open?

They are not.

They are a little open but I can see.

I can see fairly but I am blind.

Now divide that doubt you have within, into ten pieces...

...if nine of them say "guilty" and only one says "innocent"...

...that person is innocent.

But if nine pieces say "innocent"...

...and one states "guilty"...

...that person is guilty!

JOURNEY OF LOVE

God!

Today you should talk and we should listen, my friend.

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 familiarize them with 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 with himself.

And then, God ordered him:

"Cut them into pieces and to place their bodies on the top of each mountain."

As realted by Ibn-i Ishak...

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

...Prophet Ibrahim mixed the pieces of the birds with eachother.

And he placed those pieces on the peaks of four separate mountains.

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

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

...and saying, "by God's will, come,"...

...he called the chopped birds to himself.

These pieces, blood, feathers...

...they all flew towards their own torso.

At last, they fit together into previous forms.

Only their heads were missing.

Prophet Ibrahim called to them again...

...they came running to him with their talons...

...and put on their heads.

Now...

...what is the moral of the story?

Is it not that...

...no story exists without a moral?

If so, it is in vain.

Did Prophet Ibrahim not have faith that he asked...

..."God, show me 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 a 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.

The goose eats everything it can find on land and in water.

What it doesn't eat, it buries underground.

The reason for the goose's greed is that it does not trust its owner.

Pir Mevlana explains this with a short story.

In the very olden days, a man who was a bankrupt merchant...

...a liar, and a thief, was caught.

And the Cadi imprisoned him.

But this thief does not forsake his ways.

He robs everyone in the prison with various tricks...

...and takes every cent in their pockets.

The other prisoners...

...think the matter over and head to the Cadi.

The Cadi, to save the other prisoners...

...decides to release the thief from prison.

The thief, instead of being joyful, objects and says...

"This prison is my bread and butter.

If you let me out, how will I live?"

The Cadi, not only released him, but also hired town criers in ten languages...

...to make sure every man in every town was aware...

...of this man's dishonesty and thievery.

According to the custom of that era...

...the man was sat on a camel and walked around the village all day long.

The cameleer was already dreaming...

...of the hay money he would earn.

Town criers were screaming in ten different languages...

...about how dishonest and thieving a man...

...the merchant was.

The cameleer...

...was thinking of the day ending at once and taking his hay money.

When night came...

...and the cameleer said, "Enough! Give me my hay money,"...

...the man said, "You fool, they are announcing in ten languages...

...that I am a dishonest man and a thief.

What hay money? Are you not hearing what everyone else is?"

Now...

...most of you must be wondering.

What is he talking about? Town criers, camels and cameleers?

Why not say it straight, whatever it is that is to be said?

Of course there must be a moral to this story, as well.

"As you told us the story, you may as well tell the moral of it," your faces say.

This world is a thief who sends all off penniless.

Those town criers, announcing in ten different languages are the prophets.

Ambitious and greedy people are like the cameleer...

...they don't hear or see what is being screamed in front of them...

...blinded by the greed of hay.

Those blackened hearts like the cameleer...

...don't hear those criers.

They get fascinated by this thief of a world...

...the positions, status...

...and the fortune of it.

These types of people, when fallen into fault...

...damage themselves even more...

...trying to fix their mistakes.

God...

...in this troubled life of mine, please send off the sorrows that surround my son.

Take from my life and add to his.

Don't make me see his pain.

Don't get down, Hasan Agha.

Good morning, Cadi Efendi.

Good morning.

Let us see if our morning will be auspiciouss or in auspicious.

Thank you, sister.

Thank you, sister. May it be plentiful.

Were there any you suspected to be the enemy of the deceased?

No.

Anyone they ever fought with or were indebted to...

...or enemies for any other reason that I can not think of?

No, Cadi Efendi.

My sons were poor builders.

What they built was stone.

What they broke was stone.

Why do you ask, Cadi, son?

We were told the murderers were caught.

They are, mother, they are.

We just...

...do not want any doubt left in anyone about justice.

-With your permission. -Permission is yours.

You should have eaten.

The ayran was refreshing. Thank you.

May God make your table plentiful.

Amin.

May God help you through.

May they go to heaven.

Amin! Amin!

Thank you, Cadi Efendi.

You caught the murderer and put him in prison...

...even if it is a tiny bit, we are feeling lighter.

Good bye and thank you.

Do not mention it. Do not mention it.

Cadi Efendi.

There is no suspect left other than the Pulpit-maker.

It is proven again...

...how felicitous...

...your ruling is.

Hey!

Hey, you!

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.

May you always write justice.

Wait there.

Hey, you!

I only wanted to help.

I was on my way back...

...from building Saricalar's mosque's pulpit.

As I was on my way to the creek to wash up and go pray...

...I saw someone fighting for his life.

I did everything I could to save him.

Let us go!

Has that inkstand fallen from the victims, Master?

From the murderer.

What would Pulpit-maker Hasan do with an inkstand?

He will be executed tomorrow morning.

Come on.

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 us 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 does not object to this?

He does, Felt-maker, he does.

He does but...

...noone listens, noone understands.

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

We haven't seen such a thing in years.

What a pity for the Pulpit-maker.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

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Eûzu billahi mines-seytânirracîm.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Yasin.

Vel kur'anil hakiym.

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The punishment stone is out.

Lâ ilâhe Illallâh.

This is the fate of those who are not afraid of God...

...but only afraid of putting their heads on the stone.

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

We have much to do and such little time.

Forgive me, Master, where are we going?

I said we are short on time, Hasan Agha.

I ask you to get your men ready, not question me.

Certainly, Master.

Adem, Sahin.

Go, get Dogan and Abdi at once.

Cadi Efendi.

Yes, Dervish Agha?

If you are free, I would like to say a few words.

I do not have time. I must leave urgently. You can stop by another time.

-Cadi Efendi. -I told you I do not have time, Agha.

You may be sure of the sentence you have handed down.

But just because it is so...

...is it acceptable for you to utter bitter words about our Sheikh?

Have you lost your mind?

You come here, to my chambers, and try to teach me how to do my job?

I would not dare, Cadi Efendi.

Only, our Sheikh does not speak anything but the truth.

I came here to inform you of that.

Your Sheikh speaks the truth but the Cadi lies in the court?

What is the reason of this distrust?

Why do you object to my sentencing?

I would not dare, Cadi Efendi.

The ruling is yours to give.

But this is not the right manner.

Not in this manner.

Once the hearts of the loved ones are broken...

...even if you part the Red Sea, it is useless.

These are state affairs, Agha.

Go back to your lodge and do what you will. Now you may leave.

Time is scarce and I have much to do.

All Nallihan market is talking about the execution tomorrow.

-What do they say? -What would they?

They talk about the Cadi's sentencing being faulty.

The Ahis want to appeal the decision by going to Konya, to the Head Cadi.

I've heard it from those who talk.

Sheikh father saw it fit but Cadi Efendi opposed it.

They say only father Sheikh...

...can solve this matter and no one else.

Did you not listen to the story of Prophet Ibrahim...

...father told us at the gathering, Kira?

He recounted it for the Cadi. I understand that.

But what is it worth?

Tomorrow a poor man will be executed in vain.

Maybe you should talk to your father, the Sheikh.

Come on, men. We need to get there before sundown.

Good morning, father.

Good morning, my darling daughter.

Will you not do anything, father?

Everyone expects you to convince the Cadi to renounce his ruling.

The Ahis come and go with their heads down, do you not see?

Who are we to change the Cadi's mind, my girl?

All those people, expecting such a thing...

...is it not atrocious for us and for themselves?

He is not dying because the Cadi wanted it so...

...nor is he staying alive because Tapduk wants it so.

He who grants existence and kills is the same One.

You speak it well, father, but Cadi Efendi is talking everywhere.

"I am the one who decides...

It is always person's ego that troubles him.

The person who goes about saying "I did, I did it," will never find peace.

May it be the Cadi or one who serves the Cadi.

No matter where the person stands, one should never brag.

When His Holiness Abdulkâdir Geylânî...

...was given authority...

...all men bowed down to him.

Even His Holiness Rifai.

Only Sheikh Sanan did not.

He fell to chasing his ego.

After that, Sanan Sheikh was told that...

...they hope that a piglet would hang...

...from his neck so that's how he would bend and bow down.

The years passed.

In time, the Sheikh had fallen in love with a priest's daughter.

The priest told the Sheikh...

...that he would let him marry his daughter...

...if only he would be a shepherd to his pigs.

Sanan Sheikh accepted that which the father of...

...the woman he loved offered.

So they were married.

It was seen that in the later days...

...the Sheikh's back was bent because he would carry around...

...many piglets while he was tending them.

This is the result of ego.

This is what vanity gets you to.

This is why we never suggest bragging about what has come...

...and always suggest thinking of afterlife...

...and apply this to ourselves, as well, my darling daughter.

What kind of a fate is this?

Maybe he will be executed, though he is innocent.

We are humans.

Not bees.

May God grant a death in the honey dew for all those who wish.

Maybe if the Cadi allows the appeal, these will change.

All death is bad and untimely but in such a doubt...

Who told you death was a bad thing and an end, my darling daughter?

Death is not an end. It is a passage.

Imagine this world as a dry and barren land.

Think of it as our very own Karabuk. Nothing will grow.

But you pass onto such a place...

...where a thousand different flowers, fruits thrive off the ground.

Bees and birds fly around.

The worst sound is the mockingbird song.

Rivers run and creeks flow.

Now do you call those who pass from this dry land...

...to that heavenly land "dead"?

Do you get sad when they die?

Those passing to heaven do not get upset over us...

...staying in these dry lands.

Even heaven is nothing compared to...

...His kindness and beauty.

You imagine the rest.

If you can.

He is called Mirrored.

What is he doing in the mountain?

These mountains belong to Mirror, more than to anyone, Master.

Did he come here all the way from the Nallihan lodge on foot?

He is a dervish, Master. They travel on foot.

Do you call every madman you see a dervish, Hasan Agha?

No, Cadi Efendi. Everyone around here knows of Mirror.

That's right, Master.

Do not be fooled by his absent mind. He is a veteran.

This madman is a veteran?

They talk of him often.

He is a veteran of His Highness Yellow Saltuk.

Back in the day, they say...

...in the Kayseri siege, he fought 1000 Mongolians all on his own.

I don't know whom he has raided with such an absent mind but...

...it is certain we have given him much of our precious time.

Come on, let's go!

Thank you.

Good evening, Innkeeper.

Good evening, Cadi Efendi.

Such an honor.

Come on in. Welcome to our humble abode, Master.

Hunters have shot a deer in Gokcesaray. Perfectly worthy of you.

Thank you.

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

However you see fit. Your wish is my command.

Do you remember the night I stayed here?

Yes.

Do you also remember the thief that robber me?

Stop! Hey!

You ran after him.

But he had escaped in the dark.

We had met while having dinner.

I had 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.

Without even having a dish of our food, Efendi?

Thank you.

Time is scarce.

I have to get somewhere urgently, woman.

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

It does not fall to you, woman.

I need to get somewhere.

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

Yellow!

Yellow!

What is 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.

Are you setting me up?

It must be a villager that passes by. I was not 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, Subashi? If we do not make time, they will execute!

I do, Master, it is tough on the horses but it's a shortcut.

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 Almighty, 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, God.

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

Let this poor...

...sinner servant...

...attain your bliss, God.

Forgive me, God.

Forgive me.

Translation: Losa Translation Services