RED SCARF

 

Where is your youth, your spring beauty?

Mrs Afife angrily threw the cherry tree stick in her hand here and there. "You rascals! Uncle Hacı planted those cherries. Why are you breaking the tree branch?" She bent her neck and leaned next to the cherry tree with quick steps. Her rapid breathing decreased a little. She put his hand on his forehead and looked at the height of the sun. It must be two o'clock in the afternoon, she thought. She put down the tree stick in her hand. She bent her knee and tried to sit down. She leaned her head against the tree.

- How old are we? The kids haven't called me since they left home. I’m mum. I brought them up during the famine. I gave birth to both of them in the field when I was working at harvest time.

While Afife Hanım thought that no one heard her talking to herself, there was a movement. She could not realize who was coming from the light of the sun reflected on her face.

- Mum!

- Zeynep, is that you?

- Yes mum, it's me... Mum, I'm sorry, you were right...

Mrs Afife could guess where the last sentence would lead. That's why she didn't ask anything. She herself knew she was right. Her daughter, her life, her liver, her everything, had finally come. It had been 5 years since they had seen each other. How would she react now? The test of this life is not getting over. 5 years ago, she thought of her daughter leaving this door. "Mum! I love Yiğit, don't interfere with me anymore. I will marry him no matter what you say..." and it had been 5 years since she had left the door. Mrs Afife took her daughter home as if nothing had happened. She cooked until it got dark and then waited for her daughter to go to bed. She went out on the balcony and started humming to herself.

- Love. What a love. Were we like that? He'd wait three months to see me. If we could see each other for 2 minutes, it would be enough for months. Now you chose a worthless man. What have you done Zeynep! What have you done?

Mrs Afife couldn't stop complaining. She thought where we made a mistake. There had to be limits in life and she had set them very well for her daughter. She also said that if you pull this door out, you will not be able to enter again. She had suffered such difficulties herself! She used to say that my daughter could never experience these. She always envied teachers. Oh, how beautiful! She used to say that my daughter should be a teacher too. She used to say, but which of her expectations could she fulfil from her daughter? If it were up to her, she would have married her off to someone close to her.

Zeynep woke up and got up early to see the sunrise. She was ashamed to look at her mother's face. What had happened that she had made this mistake at such a young age? How blind a person could be. Now she felt as if the incident was over, as if a lot of water had flowed over it. They had already prepared the divorce petition with the lawyer. When she looked back at her life, she thought about what she had done so far. She had returned to her mother's house, where she had started again. Whatever she had done, she had done it with her own hand. No! No! There was no need to blame anyone. Now, when she woke up again this morning, she decided to make breakfast for her mother. If she was still alive, there was still hope.

A human has made many mistakes until today.

As Zeynep... As Ayşe, Ali, Talha, Mehmet... Along with many successes, she has a sack full of mistakes that she does not want to remember. Sometimes by forgetting, sometimes deliberately... So will a person throw all these mistakes in the trash? Mistakes can also be wasteful. Maybe a person was stuck in the same place because she didn't think. Human’s mistake is very precious.

The precious ones are the mistakes that bring regret afterwards...

As long as she can use those mistakes as a stepping stone. She doesn't get stuck on the same stone over and over again. To say “I wish I haven’t done it..." right then and there...

Most people feel regret after the event. When they no longer have feelings about it, they realize the truth. Just like Zeynep. It was normal for her to see the truth when she got rid of that feeling she thought was love. The most beautiful thing is to realize it right then. And how is that? Like the person who apologizes as soon as she steps on someone's foot... And now she was next to the person she should apologies to first...

Human was most ungrateful to the one who was most merciful to him.

Zeynep entered the kitchen after watching the view and passing these thoughts. "Let's see... Now let me make a nice menemen so I can surprise my mum…" She cracked the egg. She found a frying pan from the cupboard. Hearing the sounds in the kitchen, Mrs Afife woke up. Zeynep took the wrong pan. "Zeynep, not in that pan, it's too big!"  Zeynep looked with a slight fear. Then she realized that she could not give the test with her mother again. There was a piece of information she heard from her friend in a training she went to. What was it?

If a problem comes up over and over again, it is an unsolved problem.

"Ah! Of course... I have to start from here. I'm back to the place where I couldn't give my first exam." She called her friend Betül without waiting for the end of breakfast.

"Betüllll, there is no time to talk, tell me the date of the first training immediately. I want to take a step for myself and pass my exam."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at her mother looking for a pan in the cupboard. She smiled. At least I'm aware now, she thought. She was going to reconsider her relationships.

Maybe the first person she had to fix was the first person she had a relationship with.

So much so that life threw her back into her mother's arms. She had to make up the exam that she failed in order to try to pass again.

She felt like she was reborn from her mother. Mothers forgive. There was someone who gave them this mercy. For a moment it felt like nothing had happened. Like 5 years in the same house with her mother. She was grateful… She believed in her heart that there was still hope.

There was a wisdom knower above every knower.

She could choose to take a step to learn. Now let's see what was waiting for her. She was not very religious, but she was sure that there was someone who would not leave her alone. Then she looked at her mother's greying braided hair, turned and looked at her with a smile.

"Come, my mum with the red scarf! Let's make menemen in the pan you want. As long as you forgive me..."

 "Come, my test that I couldn’t give..."

 "Heaven is hidden at your feet..."

"My mum with the red scarf..."