TO AZERBAIJAN THE ONE WHICH IS MY LONGING...

Once upon a time, that was when I was going to primary school, I used to listen to my grandmother with all my heart while she was talking about Azerbaijan, and while I was listening, there were movements and excitements that I couldn't understand, I was experiencing emotional moments. Years later, I realized that this was called longing for Azerbaijan, and I still feel the pain of suffering this longing for years in my heart. It is an unforgettable and indescribable feeling for me. I was daydreaming and wondering if one day my longing for the homeland called Azerbaijan would end. 

As I reached Kemal's age and read books on the subject, this incredible longing, this circle of passionate longing was getting bigger and bigger. I kept thinking about Azerbaijan. I was reading whatever I could and adding to my knowledge, I think it was the early eighties, I came across a Turkish literature magazine, the poems of the great Azerbaijani poet Nebi Hezri were published in the magazine. I read his poems with pleasure and wrote a detailed letter to Mr. Nebi Hezri. While writing the letter, I wondered if this great poet would reply to me. ?  I was asking questions to myself. Finally, after two months of hopeless waiting, the answer to my letter came from Nebi Hezri. I was very, very excited. The following was written at the beginning of the letter, which I opened with my hands shaking.

 Calling out and rejoicing in the earth,
 How many times have I seen a flood in my life?
 Even if you don't see me once,
 I have always seen you in my heart.

 This beautiful poem, written especially for me by that great poet, touched me very much and literally made me cry. From that moment on, my longing for Azerbaijan continued to increase unlimitedly. When the date came to 20-01-1992, imperialist Russian tanks brutally attacked the elderly, women and children in Azerbaijan. It was committing the bloodiest massacre in history without any attention, the Western world was turning a deaf ear to what was happening and was shamelessly watching the events. On this occasion, Azerbaijan became my wounded heart, my heart was about to stop. We were trying to keep the events on the agenda by protesting the terrible massacre committed by the imperialists by holding meetings condemning the terrible massacre committed by the imperialists every day, but the longing was still continuing at full speed. 

Time passed quickly and Azerbaijan became independent by paying a bloody price. I went to Azerbaijan and hugged and longed for them. They welcomed my humble person with great magnificence. In the eighties, I was trying to satisfy my longing for years by corresponding with friends I knew in absentia, but my longing did not end, it still continued to increase. I couldn't control my tears of happiness. My friends who saw my tears also started to cry. Tears of longing and joy were flowing like a flood. They were competing with each other to take my humble person as a guest. My dear friend Edalet Guliyev immediately arranged a television program. We made a one and a half hour chat program. In the program, questions about Turkey were asked and I answered. When we finished the program and went to the market, people who knew me from the television screen approached me to meet my humble person and asked me if I was a Turk, I replied that we were all Turks, so the sincerity between us continued to increase. They visited a few newspaper offices and interviewed me, asking questions about Turkey. They immortalized our pictures and gifted them to life. 

The next day, I see my pictures and interviews with me in the newspapers, I get emotional, and I almost cry, I think to myself that this is what it is like to quench my longing, and we go to the martyrs' paradise, we recite fatihas to the souls of the martyrs, thus the road to Azerbaijan has been opened, and these visits continue from time to time. I was very happy to have my poems published in the Anthology titled "VOLUMES OPENING TO TURANA" published by Aybeniz Gafarlı and Gabil Adalet, and considering the point we have reached, I cannot help but say, FROM WHERE TO WHERE?...