In İzmir in front of the house water is asked for the erişte, I give it; my father goes into the boiler room, I look from the window, my mother is talking on the phone.
Reading
Going on a road, acceptance of the prayer, allotted fortune opening. The news you waited for has not come, coming through to safety at the end of patience.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.