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The examination is complete.

You can now collect the body.

We will send you a copy of the report.

Thank you.

Mr. Alper, what does the report state?

When will the car arrive Timur?

It will be here soon.

-Your in-law is driving, right? -Yes.

He was at the house yesterday. You must have seen him.

Yes, I remember now.

-Which in-law brother? -Salim.

He came immediately after hearing the news.

They will start transporting the corpse soon as well.

I just spoke to the driver.

But we will arrive first.

-Shouldn't we wait? -No, let's go.

We will take care of the arrangements there.

Corpse?

Corpse!

What a strange word.

When someone dies, their name dies with them.

How strange that we have no names when we are born and also when we die.

Right until yesterday you had a name.

Now will your name just be "corpse"?

What would happen if none of us ever had a name?

Nameless!

What do names bring us?

If your name is gone, what happens to your smile; your laughter;

your concerns; your longings; your hopes?

Are they wiped off as well?

Are we supposed to call you corpse now?

Brother.

My condolences daughter.

-Thank you. -Welcome.

Thanks.

Come on. Let's not waste time.

Timur, you sit in the back.

Mustafa, you sit next to me.

Daughter, don't you have a suitcase?

No, just this.

Mustafa, are we going in the right direction?

My mind is a mess.

Yes, this is the correct road.

-Who informed you? -Fusun.

What did she say?

She called and said he was in a car accident.

Then later at the airport...

My mom and dad?

They too think it was a car accident.

Does Fusun know?

Yes.

Don't worry, she won't tell anyone anything.

She has gone to the village to comfort our parents.

Sometimes in my dreams I see my dead self.

I see myself rising up to the sky.

I feel so light and free.

It is such a different feeling.

"You are free like all the lonely people, and lonely like all the free people."

Then suddenly I crash into nothingness.

Did you also have similar dreams?

Is this red balloon also lonely?

Is it free now?

What am I saying?

Where are you now Ercument?

Where?

Kids, what do you say? Should we stop for a break?

Timur hasn't eaten anything for two days.

Mustafa, you must be hungry too.

There is a saying in our parts.

The parts that feel grief and hunger are not the same areas.

Okay.

I will stop at a convenient place.

I always thought rheumatism was something that only affected old people.

Why did it happen to you at such a young age?

Was it because we slept in freezing-cold rooms in the winters?

Do you remember how we tried to warm each other?

You would always start a fight in bed.

You are taking up too much space.

You are sleeping with your eyes open.

You're too scared to sleep.

How I wish that would be the extent of our fears.

Now you are somewhere sleeping in a freezing-cold place.

Your body was cold.

I guess that is what happens when you die.

I guess that is the difference between birth and death.

You become hard and rigid.

What if it were the opposite?

Would death perhaps not be so frightening anymore?

The departed was the best one among these three.

He was a solid character.

He wouldn't even hurt an ant.

They say Allah takes those he loves most first.

That is probably what happened.

True.

You see Nihan there. She is totally crazy.

She has caused so much trouble and woe for her family.

Her elder brother there.

Only has money on his mind. Nothing else.

Ah, Ercument.

Ah, my boy.

He destroyed both us and his afterlife.

Breaking news.

The national defense ministry issued an announcement.

A martyr has fallen as part of the Pence Kilit operation.

Here are the details.

On 27 August, infantryman Bunyamin Barli was martyred

the defense ministry announced.

He suffered a fall yesterday and all efforts

to save him in hospital proved futile.

The pain of martyrdom was felt in a household in Bitlis.

We express our condolences before starting our bulletin.

Yesterday as well...

Seems like there is no peace for anyone.

We just can't fit in this huge world.

Do you have a light?

Yes.

Something's nagging me from the inside today.

I have a premonition.

I feel as if the world is closing in on me.

It happens sometimes.

I pray to Allah that something bad doesn't happen.

What do we come into this world for?

Why have these kids come into this world?

To be happy?

Do you think the world is a good place to come to be happy?

What are our aims?

Why do we live?

I am often fed up too.

I am on the verge of giving up.

Then a moment comes and the goodness in me triumphs.

I say okay, I will continue.

A little bit more, a little bit more.

Why did you give up so soon?

Why?

Wasn't it you who always spoke of resisting?

Did your excitement die?

Did you lose the strength to fight?

When we were kids we thought no harm could come to us.

We were happy for no reason.

We lived on cloud nine.

I used to protect you from everyone and everything.

What happened?

Wasn't I able to protect you?

Is it okay if I smoke?

We don't usually smoke in the car.

But just this time you can smoke.

Roll down the window a bit.

Tell me Mustafa.

How did this happen?

Did he have worries, problems?

I don't know.

We were all shocked. None of us expected it.

We were far away.

We couldn't check on the boy.

I really don't know.

Lately the departed had become devout and pious.

Really?

For the last few months he would pray five times a day.

We would tease him, calling him a godly man.

He had also stopped drinking alcohol.

I didn't know this.

So... to knowingly... You are great Allah, please forgive him.

To do this knowing that it is a sin... no greater sin...

Only you know Allah, please forgive him...

Don't look down Ercument.

It is a void.

A dark void.

Which void were you trying to fill with religion?

Had you really become pious?

Did you seek refuge in religion?

Why?

Out of love? Fear? Justice? Trust?

Did you also start believing

that Moses lifted his cane and parted the sea?

That Noah filled all the world's animals into an ark?

That Isaac was offered as sacrifice?

That Jesus was crucified?

What did religion mean to you?

Did you just want to believe?

We never spoke about such things.

I wish we had.

Perhaps I would be able to understand the void inside you.

Our village imam, Nizamettin, is a very honest and just man.

But the fact is this is a major sin in our religion.

What will we do if he refuses to perform the funeral prayer?

He had recently mentioned this in one of his sermons.

Come now. How is that even possible?

I don't know. Who knows, it might be.

Not a chance.

Plus they don't even know.

And we don't have to announce it to the whole world.

Daughter, it is a small place. Everyone will tell each other.

Who is going to tell each other?

There are 4 of us in the car.

Nobody will know if we don't say anything.

Fine daughter. Fine.

There will be a funeral prayer and ceremony.

And that's that!

I don't understand.

Will they not perform an ablution on the body?

Will no one notice while washing the body?

We will figure out a solution. You calm down.

No need for you to think about this.

The man didn't say anything.

Take a stance even if it is for once in your life.

What's there to take a stance about?

Nothing, fine.

You know Mustafa

I was a driver at the post office.

My life is spent on these roads.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

I know it like the palm of my hand.

Up ahead there is a fork.

We save at least 30-40 km when we take the fork.

I know it well.

-That's life. -What can you do! Life!

This is what this job taught me.

Right.

Yes Suleyman.

Hello to you as well, thank you.

We are on the way.

God willing we will be there in the evening.

You thought well, thank you, God bless you.

Okay... I will speak to the kids and get back to you...

Thank you, God bless you.

Kids, it was Suleyman on the phone.

He says let's bury the body as soon as we get there in the evening.

I am not sure.

Why?

It will be dark by the time we arrive.

Plus I also checked the weather forecast. It will be rainy.

Are we going to do the burial in the dark and rain?

No way. How will his friends be able to make it?

Are they trying to pull off a fait accompli?

What are you talking about daughter?

A corpse can't be kept waiting. It is a sin.

His soul will suffer.

Suffer what?

Repent girl. Repent.

Say something, will you.

I am in no condition to think about anything Nihan.

No. Impossible.

Where will the body be kept then?

I will find a solution.

You don't need to worry about that.

Fine. It is impossible to tell you anything.

You don't even listen to your elders.

Do as you please.

Can you stop? I want some air.

Okay, we will stop at an appropriate place.

You smoke a lot more now.

A bit.

Why do you think he did it?

I have no idea.

I never noticed that he had any issues.

You know what they say

it being some sort of revenge to hold those left behind accountable.

Revenge from us?

Why? What did we do?

I don't know.

Perhaps not us but someone else.

Perhaps he had no worries. Maybe just emptiness.

I don't know.

I feel like my head is about to explode.

If only there was a note, a letter. We would have known at least.

Now we will have to live with this unknowingness.

For the first time in my life I wish there was something called an afterlife.

If there was one, I would ask him at our first meeting: "Why, why."

You still don't believe.

What about it am I supposed to believe?

You know, when I was younger, I considered it too.

But then I realized that I didn't have anyone to blame or hold responsible.

I removed the thought from my mind.

Imagine, I had no one I could blame.

What do you mean by I have no one?

So are we nothing then.

My mother, father, me, your nephews?

What's that got to do with anything? That's not what I said.

I never ever considered such a thing.

I think it is very selfish.

People should think about those who are left behind.

You know how sometimes

we get bored by the movies we watch, or the books we read.

We think of quitting halfway.

But then we continue to watch or read just to see where that stupidity will lead.

Life, I guess, is like that.

We continue living just to see where it will eventually lead.

Who knows.

Perhaps it wasn't about blame or revenge.

Just that he didn't want to continue watching

the stupid movie we continue to watch.

He turned it off.

Maybe.

By the way, I never noticed how lonely you are.

I wish you had children.

I mean...

Some of us are...

...not interested in passing onto kids

...our loneliness, oldness, piteous existence, and death.

Don't you think?

True but children means happiness.

A wise person once said if only the children

I didn't wish to bring into this world realized the happiness they owe me.

Was he wrong?

Look, poems, letters, children, streets, cats...

Trust me love, only death doesn't exist! Immortality for us.

Death will quietly be removed from those leather-bound

books for those of us who want to believe this.

You will see love. Be patient. You will see.

No longer will any person or struggle in this world be left to defend itself alone.

How much you loved this poem by Kucuk Iskender.

You would passionately shout it out aloud.

I wonder why I never loved poems.

I never thought of this until now.

I don't like poems. How odd.

Tell me Mustafa. What was his problem?

I really don't know.

Ercument was not the talkative kind.

He kept to himself.

I never saw him have a problem or quarrel with anyone.

He would do his job and go home.

Was it related to work perhaps?

No. Our work is not stressful.

We work in the factory's international relations department.

It is desk-based. All day on a computer.

Did he do it because of debt perhaps?

Such things often happen because of debts, you know.

No.

As far as I know he had no financial issues.

Was it something to do with women?

I don't know much about his private life.

He didn't talk about such things.

I hope it wasn't something else.

Someone might have done something to him.

No. They performed an autopsy.

It would have come out if it was something else.

He did it himself.

It is not even worth growing any of this.

Huh?

I am saying it isn't worth growing crops.

Gasoline, fertilizer, worker costs...

How can you earn money after all that?

It is not something I know much about.

That's how it is. Farming is over in this country.

No one is doing it anymore

Because it's just not worth it.

Shame.

Recently my kids were watching a documentary on television about animals

and such. I saw it there.

These whales all committed mass suicide.

In ancient Rome they believed that the whales were being

punished by Neptune the sea god.

But that's not the case Salim.

They lose their sense of direction so they wash up ashore.

It is not suicide you know.

So it is not just humans who lose their sense of direction then.

Animals too.

Life, death are interesting concepts.

I suppose we are the only beings who know we will die one day.

Perhaps that is why we are always a bit sorrowful Salim.

You actually sign your death warrant the very day you are born.

That's so.

One day it will happen.

But what matters is how much you serve the creator while alive.

Isn't that so?

-I don't know. -It is.

Because there is nowhere to run when the angel of death comes.

Whatever and whenever is destined for us will be.

May Allah grant us all a fortuitous death.

May all of our resting places be in heaven.

Perhaps our heaven and hell are all here.

How would we know?

As if anyone been to the other side and returned.

Repent. Don't say such things.

You must believe in the afterlife, heaven and hell.

Else, God forbid, you will lose faith.

No, not acceptable.

We have lost all fear of death.

We don't even think of death.

So as a result we feel no fear when the afterlife and death are mentioned.

People have grown tired of being afraid.

As a result, I guess things that should scare them don't affect them any longer.

That is not the kind of fear I am talking about.

I am talking about faith and devotion from the heart.

I am talking about being afraid of making a mistake.

Not about being afraid of someone else.

Nothing personal, but youth today have no more faith.

My heart wouldn't ache this much if Ercument had been martyred.

Very recently a specialist sergeant from our village got martyred in Syria.

Really?

At first his family were devastated of course.

But then an MP came, the governor came, the mayor came,

the commander came, they all came. His family were so proud.

It is important of course.

Think about it.

You give your life for something you believe in.

There is no greater form of worship.

Ah, Ercument, ah!

I wish you were martyred.

What difference does it make? You are simply dead.

Don't say that.

It makes a lot of difference.

This earth, this soil...

Hello uncle Suleyman... it's me Nihan... thank you uncle...

No, we are still on the way...

He is being transported behind us...

Thank you, thank you.

Yes, that is why I called.

No uncle, my in-law told us... we are not in favor...

It will be dark by the time we get there uncle.

And it is raining there.

This is not possible in the dark and mud.

We want to have a proper funeral ceremony...

I spoke to my brother uncle. He is of the same opinion...

No uncle... speak to him if you like but he will tell you the same thing...

Okay. Okay, uncle.

How are my mom and dad?

Okay,

Okay, will tell him.

Okay, bye.

How are they?

How do you think?

What will we do? The weather is hot.

Where will we store the corpse?

You too brother?

Is it corpse now? No more name!

No need to get upset. It is just a manner of speaking.

I am thinking. I will find a solution.

Amidst all this we have to deal with this in-law of ours.

Quiet Nihan. He will hear.

So what, let him hear.

Anyway, come let's walk for a bit.

I have been holding my tongue since morning.

It is not just your pain.

What is with this behavior of yours?

What about my behavior?

Accusatory all the time.

Ok I get it.

You are angry, enraged.

But you are angry and outraged at everyone and everything.

You are in a constant rage.

And you don't get upset at anyone, right?

Of course I do.

I too have questions I don't have the answers to.

Do you think this is easy for me to accept?

My patience is at its limit.

I can barely hold myself together.

This trip already feels like it has lasted a thousand years.

Calm down a bit.

Should I act like I have been stripped of all emotion. Like you?

What is wrong with you, for God's sake?

As if only your world has come crashing down.

How selfish you are.

Is that how I appear from the lofty chair of a bank manager?

It is impossible to talk with you Nihan.

Timur come on let's go.

Let's go before it gets dark.

Any progress daughter? Did you sort it out?

I will sort it. I have an idea.

By the way, can you give me the imam's number?

-What for? -I will speak to him.

What for? I will talk to him in any case.

Just give me the number. I will talk to him.

I will give it to you when we stop.

What solution did you think of?

I will call the hospital. The state hospital.

Why?

They have a morgue there.

I will call soon.

I am not sure how it will work.

It will work.

He will stay there this evening.

In the morning we will get the washing done and not leave it for the village.

Fine. I won't say anything anymore.

Whatever I say is taken the wrong way.

Do as you see fit.

Will your soul really be in turmoil?

That's what they are saying.

Or is your turmoil now at an end?

Are you at peace now?

Calm, relaxed.

Or are you concerned and tense?

If only I had a way of knowing. If only...

I just realized that we never spoke about death.

We always spoke about life, hope, new places, new people.

Plans, always plans.

Mustafa.

-Is the car coming? Any news? -Yes.

Last week at work we had a presentation for an American company.

Our manager wanted Ercument to lead the presentation since his

English was the best among us.

He prepared a wonderful presentation.

For an entire hour he explained everything so smoothly.

The management was over the moon.

They decided to send Ercument on an internship to America.

He was also happy to hear that.

He was very accomplished.

He was the best student in the entire school during his student days,

right Timur?

Yes. He was the hardest working one amongst us.

Kids, we have been on the road since morning.

I missed both the noon and afternoon prayer.

I will stop somewhere to pray. Is that okay?

Of course. As you wish.

Mustafa, how is it possible then?

I just cannot comprehend how much ever I think about it.

I know.

Why? Why? This is all that is going through my mind.

He didn't have any problems. What can I say?

I can't think of any reason at all.

We wouldn't meet often in person but spoke regularly on the phone.

We didn't even have any family problems to speak of.

As you know, we are an ordinary family.

How should I know?

We didn't have a troublesome past or a difficult childhood.

We grew up in a town. He must have told you all this.

We weren't rich but we didn't lack for anything either.

What is adequate?

Poverty?

You haven't the slightest clue about this, my elder brother.

You never noticed how mother ignored our very existence

because you were the favored first born.

How could you notice?

You were so occupied with yourself.

Would you understand if I told you?

What happened?

Nothing.

You are still unaware of how selfish you are.

Did you check your email? Have they sent it?

I haven't checked yet. He has finished his prayer.

Go ahead to the car.

I will join you after making a phone call.

Hello.

My name is Nihan.

Is Nizamettin Hodja at home?

... I see...

Yes, yes, thank you.

No it is fine. I will call again.

Okay, thank you.

Any progress daughter? Did you sort out the phone calls?

It is starting to get dark. The workers will have finished their shifts by now.

I will call.

Did you speak to the imam?

No, I couldn't reach him yet.

What can I tell you my child. You refuse to listen.

You just do as you see fit.

I am trying to do what is right.

Am I trying to do what is right?

What is right anyway?

What is right, what is wrong.

Do you remember asking the same thing once?

It was the year you started university.

You asked if you were doing the right thing.

For a long time I thought about why you asked that question.

Then I forgot all about it.

Why did you ask that?

What had you done wrong?

Ercument turn around and look.

Take a deep breath.

Can you feel it?

Life is as long as that breath.

It is like a shadow that constantly gets shorter.

-Any news? -No.

Dear Allah.

Don't panic. I will try again in a bit.

What if the imam has heard?

What if he really refuses to perform the prayer?

How will he hear?

Even if he does, could he possibly be that cruel?

What's cruel got to do with it? I don't get it.

The man is only saying whatever is written in the Book.

Fine, I don't think the same way as him.

After all Ercument is our child, our flesh and blood.

I too would like him to have a worthy funeral ceremony.

I am only telling you of what could happen.

Fine. I'll talk to him somehow.

I'll handle it.

And we need to sort out the departed's house as well.

Huh?

I mean his things, his clothes.

Isn't it too early to talk about these things?

No, we need to think about it.

We will sort it out Salim. That is for a later stage.

You know it is tradition to distribute the belongings of the deceased

to the poor and needy.

We also have to speak to the landlord and see

if he had any outstanding dues, debts and such.

Okay.

As if he is distributing loot and bounty.

Enough Nihan.

What enough.

You moved into your new house with such excitement.

You sounded so excited

when you spoke of how much light it receives from all the windows.

How happy you were after living in those damp smelling basement apartments.

You said that it didn't matter that half your salary went

on rent because you woke up to sunlight in your eyes.

You always invited me to visit.

Perhaps you wanted to show me the changes and good things in your life.

I always said I would come.

It was always next week, next month...

Those next weeks and months never came.

You know I struggled to locate your apartment.

I felt ashamed when I had to ask your friends for directions.

I felt really ashamed.

Kids, we have to stop somewhere for two minutes.

The car seems to be overheating constantly.

Let me check it so we don't end up stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Sure.

I can see a place up ahead. Let me go there.

Is there anything I can help with?

No, go on inside. I will join you after checking the water.

I will have some tea later.

I failed one subject yet again.

It is now my 7th year in university.

7 years? It won't end.

Military conscription awaits.

You will manage to finish school somehow.

There is the option of paid military conscription service.

I will use that money to go on a world tour instead.

And then finally Mexico.

What world tour are you going to do with 100,000 Liras?

And you still have your student loans to repay.

I will go to Mexico and then ? boom ? across the border to America.

Did you ever think of relocating to another country?

To just leave everything behind and go.

Without even telling anyone.

I always thought of it.

I even planned it but wasn't able to do it.

What is it that binds us to this place?

Family? Work? Friends?

This disgusting tea?

Was it fear that prevented me from going?

Was I really afraid?

Was I unable to leave this monotony of a life they call comfort?

Everyone has their own problems.

Ours is different. They over there have different ones.

Why didn't you leave?

We never talked about this.

Or did we?

I can't remember.

Would things have turned out differently if you had gone?

Would you have found happiness?

Happiness?

Do we become happy by chasing small joys; by clinging to life dearly?

Still I wish you had gone.

I wonder how the people who go are doing.

I read somewhere that the exiled one dies.

Then they are reborn but as different people.

Nihan?

Yes?

-Do you want anything else? -No.

And you Mustafa?

No thanks. This tea is enough.

What's keeping my in-law?

Let me go check on him.

Years ago I was a court reporter at the newspaper I worked for.

Perhaps Ercument mentioned it.

Yes.

I was supposed to write a series about the Coroner's Office.

A series with parts.

The first part was about autopsies.

I went there with Sinan, a photographer I worked with.

Together we were supposed to go to...

...go and talk to the doctors who do autopsy.

Interview them, ask them questions about their mental health.

Anyway we went.

They took us into the room where they perform autopsies.

It was freezing cold in there.

Metal tables everywhere.

I wasn't too keen to enter but had to.

They said we should see it first if we were to learn about our work.

There are doctors working in there.

They don't care.

They have their music turned on, and are joking with each other.

On one of the tables...

...is the corpse of a small boy.

His head on one side, his body on another.

His father was schizophrenic or something.

He had cut up the child.

There were doing an autopsy.

The doctor is explaining the situation.

I don't want to look. I turn my head away.

I shut my eyes. But there is this machine they use.

It makes a sound...

I am standing there, just standing.

Sinan fainted and collapsed.

Must have been tough.

That day I told myself

No one will ever be able to make me enter such a place again.

Life...

Really we are tested by the very things we fear the most.

True.

The departed, Ercument, he used to speak about you a lot.

Really?

What would he say?

Everyday he would purchase the newspaper you write for.

If you had an article, he would show it to the entire office.

Sometimes he would even read your pieces out aloud.

He was very proud of you.

May he live long... look at what I just said.

I mean... He never spoke to me about my articles.

Let's see what my sister has written today.

He would start by saying let's see who she has taken on today.

He loved you a lot. He would talk about you to everyone.

How was he with others, Mustafa?

Good.

He didn't appear to have issues with anyone.

Then why did he do such a thing?

I don't know Ms. Nihan.

I spoke to some other friends too, and everyone is in shock.

Nobody knows anything.

Not knowing is a very bad thing.

True.

I wish we could know.

Perhaps then it would be easier to accept.

Were you proud of me?

You never told me anything.

I wish I knew.

Not that it would change anything.

Perhaps it would change a lot of things...

I always imagined you didn't like my articles,

and that sometimes you were even ashamed of me.

You always thought I compromise too much and seek a middle path.

Am I really like that? The centrist?

Do I lack principles in this age when everyone

draws their swords and are ready to go to war?

What's going to change if I write, if I fight?

What legacy will I leave behind in this world?

What has anybody left?

For example, what legacy did you leave?

I wish we could talk about these things.

What's wrong with the car Salim?

The radiator was leaking a bit.

I topped up the water.

Nothing to worry about. It will get us to the village.

Didn't you order tea?

I will order now.

Can we have a tea?

Where is your hometown Mustafa?

I am from Rize.

The land of tea then.

You won't like this stuff here.

It is the same everywhere. No difference.

Their father wouldn't leave the beer hall when he was young.

He never even came home.

One day in the coffeehouse they asked their father,

'what grade is your daughter in?'

He didn't know.

It upset him on the inside.

It wasn't because he didn't care.

That's just how it was in those times.

-Isn't that so Nihan? -Yes.

Bless you.

In those days they sold beer and stuff in coffeehouses.

You could get whatever you wanted when you boarded a train for example.

It was permitted.

Of course our guy came to his senses as he grew older.

He pulled himself together.

Then he took his wife and went on the Hajj pilgrimage.

If you only see him now, he is so religious.

What's it to do with age?

We were crushed by a military coup d'état.

This change happened to everyone.

That has nothing to do with it. It is about aging.

That's so. I mean.

We start becoming more aware of the earth we will lie under the older we get.

You are young now and don't understand of course.

As we age...

The fear of death arrives. You are right.

My parents are the same.

True.

You are right.

Let's see how we turn out.

God is great.

The tea is good.

And I am not frightened of dying.

Any time will do, I don't mind.

Why should I be frightened of dying?

There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime.

Was this what the song says?

Those who live their lives well don't fear death.

That is what I once read somewhere by some philosopher.

Did you live your life to the fullest?

Was there nothing left?

I am afraid of death. Very afraid actually.

I constantly feel like something is left undone.

Regrets, unaccomplished things.

What is it that I haven't done, I wonder?

What am I afraid of?

Do I wish immortality for myself?

Hello...

Yes, Mr. Ekrem hello.

I am Nihan, a friend of Kerem.

Kerem must have mentioned it to you.

We have a death.

We want to do the burial tomorrow.

I wanted to ask if he could be kept in the morgue tonight.

Yes, a close relation.

Thank you, thank you.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you very much, Mr. Ekrem.

Sure, sure.

Sure. Good evening.

Hello, this is Nihan...

Okay. I will call again...

Okay, thank you...

I spoke to the chief doctor. It's arranged.

-Good. -But the hodja hasn't come yet.

I'll call him again.

Nihan spoke with the chief doctor.

We will head directly to the hospital.

Mustafa you'll call the car and inform them.

I will send a text.

So what then? Are we going directly to the hospital?

Yes we are going to the hospital.

You call my parents and tell them to come directly there.

Look my daughter,

won't your mother and father understand once they see the body?

No they won't. They won't. Okay?

Lie after lie.

I cannot bear this burden my girl.

Look at me. I can't lie so much.

-This is a sin. -Fine.

The sin and everything else is on me okay?

You don't need to bear any burden. It is all on me.

Come on Nihan. The man didn't say anything.

I didn't say anything. I am just saying I won't commit a sin.

Don't commit a sin, don't.

I will speak to whoever is up there.

All the sins are mine, okay?

Enough Nihan. Get in the car.

What did sin mean to you?

When was the first time you heard that word?

Was it when you heard that rice grains cry when left uneaten on the plate?

Remember that time when you removed a grain of uneaten rice

and kept it under your pillow.

The next morning you showed it to me and said, "look it hasn't cried."

I am trying to remember the first time I heard the word sin.

I can't recall.

Was it when I dropped a piece of bread on the floor?

Or when I complained about not liking some food?

Or when I kicked back my skirt and started dancing?

You know all they want is for us to feel guilty and regret having pleasure.

That is what sin means to them...

Kids, we have less than an hour's drive left.

I say let's sort out the food as well.

I spoke to my children.

What food?

It is tradition to serve food to those who visit after the funeral.

It brings blessings.

Either pide and ayran or meat and rice etc.

Sure of course.

What do you say Nihan?

About what?

The food. What should we have prepared?

As if this is the only thing left to worry about.

What did you say daughter? I couldn't hear you.

I said okay. Whatever you think is suitable.

I will tell the boys to make arrangements for pide and ayran .

How would you react were you to hear this discussion about pide or a meal?

You would have burst out laughing for sure.

Do you remember when you were in high school and

this food thing came up at our grandmother's funeral.

We were exhausted after having to serve food to all the relatives.

One of the women even poked you and asked for ayran

saying the food was too dry to swallow.

You burst into laughter.

Of course the talk of the village then became Ercument

made fun of his own grandmother at her funeral.

My mother still talks about it.

Was it all this rubbish that you escaped from?

-Timur. -Yes?

Did the departed ask you for a loan?

I ask because he asked me for one.

Yes he asked me as well.

He said he needed it for a friend or something.

I was short of cash at the time so I couldn't do anything.

No. I took care of that.

Did you know anything about this Mustafa?

It was for me.

I didn't think it would have been for you since you said you were not very close.

We weren't very close but we were friends.

Did he owe you money or something?

No, it wasn't to repay a debt.

I needed it for personal reasons.

I had overdrawn on my credit cards.

Ercument was trying to help me out, bless him.

Yes the departed was very good.

He always tried to help others.

He would try his best.

Even as a child he was like that.

What happened to the loan then?

Did he pay you back?

That is not an issue. It is not why I asked.

I am just trying to figure out what problems he might have had.

Remember you called me two days ago.

I said I was going into a meeting and would call you back as soon as it ended.

I forgot to call you back.

Why did I forget?

As if that meeting was that important.

What did you want to tell me?

What would you have spoken about?

Would you have told me, had we spoken?

Would I have been able to change your mind?

How distant we actually were from each other.

They say the deepest pain are those which are never mentioned.

That is true.

Who knows what inner turmoil you faced but never mentioned.

Perhaps you did and we just didn't hear.

When did these thick walls grow between us?

When did I become so selfish?

When did I develop such a thick skin? When?

Let me stop by the Hodja's place. He must have returned home by now.

After that we can go to the hospital.

Sure.

I can come with you if you like.

No, I will speak to him.

Daughter, this is Nizamettin Hodja's house if you want to speak to him.

You wait. I will be back.

Should I come with you?

No. I said I will take care of it.

Hodja.

My condolences daughter.

Thank you hodja.

What happened? How did it happen?

An accident hodja.

On the highway as he was returning from work.

He lost control of the car and crashed into the barriers.

Dear Allah. And people are all saying different things.

What are they saying hodja?

Never mind.

Hodja, if it is okay with you too I was wondering

if we could bury the body after noon prayers tomorrow.

I am not sure. The weather is hot.

Your parents say we shouldn't wait and perform the burial straight away.

I spoke to the chief doctor at the hospital.

They will keep him in the morgue tonight.

That is not a problem. That is arranged.

If we bury him tomorrow, then his friends will also be able to come.

Of course if it is okay with you too.

Speak to your parents.

It is okay with me.

Thank you hodja.

Condolences again daughter.

May Allah grant him a place in heaven.

Thank you. Good night.

Okay. It is okay with the hodja.

Can you please stop for a while?

Sure daughter.

Where is this world headed now?

Where are you headed?

Are you headed far away from all these plants, trees, stars?

Will you be able to find your way in that infinite nothingness?

Can you hear space breathe?

Is it getting colder there?

Isn't it getting darker and darker?

Will we meet again?

Will we be able to find each other in that darkness?

There is so much I have to tell you...

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