We are out of tune, can we get back in tune?

Tuning, figuratively speaking, is the state of coming back to one's senses, the state of not returning to the days spent out of tune. Unfortunately, as a nation, we are all out of tune! Politics is out of tune! One word does not match another, snow is constantly falling on the mountains we trust, summer has come and gone without seeing spring, our people are talking about winter again! 

Trade tends to show what is not there as if it is, as if it is there, as if there is nothing there, and since each of the strings is in a different mood, the airs played have nothing to do with the airs we need! 

The tune of the economy is trending on the basis of its own religions. We console ourselves with numbers, we defend numbers. The public, on the other hand, has difficulty even understanding the real source of the problem when they say that the pocket is a hole, the pocket is a hole, the hikes have not left us a penny. 

The tradesmen's tune; They are tired of returning empty-handed every day from the doors where they cannot get their receivables, and they are losing sleep in weak and weak situations. Are we, the citizens, out of tune, looking at the out of tune state of the economy? We continue to be drenched in the rain of hikes, and we keep swaying from side to side, as if we are bewildered by the announced figures. As out-of-tune instruments sound, the state of the citizens is exactly the same, even worse! 

Tuning is not only the chasis, not only the string, not only the plectrum. If the 'young' people like us, who are over 60, were asked what was the most difficult problem in your time, we would say, without exception, the pool problem. But it turns out that the tuning problem we are experiencing now is much more difficult than the pool problem! Because tuning is not just harmony. It is not only music. It is not the reed, the string, the plectrum alone. It is not a forgotten motto in a corner, a composition that cannot be performed. It is not a burning folk song that penetrates us, it is not a sad song that takes us back to the past, it is not a ghazal that makes us feel, it is not a long air that makes us think deeply, it is not a hoyrat that burns our lungs and hits us in the heart! 

Not alone, of course! Tuning means color, harmony.  It means that ideas give up their stubbornness and become harmonious, soften, become agreeable. It means being able to unite on those unspoken but absolutely necessary minimum commonalities. It means finding peace for the soul that cannot find silence, that has lost its stop-stop. 

It means the establishment of mutual goodwill and understanding that cannot come to light, that cannot come to light because of tolerance, which is on our tongues but which we do not pass by, peace, which cannot come to light because of resentment, quarrels and arguments, brotherhood, which we cannot embrace and hug, ulterior motives, contradictory looks, enmities, enmities, evil words! It means that the polyphony that works well in the pulpits, but which we cannot tolerate, the ability to speak and express one's opinion easily, resonates as if it were a single voice in harmony. 

Tuning means to be one, to be together, to join hands, to stand shoulder to shoulder, without hiding behind words, without playing to the grandstands, sincerely and sincerely! If the nation was in tune, wouldn't people smile? Would they have tired faces, dim eyes, a touch and a thousand sighs? Why don't those who should hear, those who say they care about us so much, why don't they come down to us, why don't they mingle among us, why don't they want to listen to us? 

Why should people call Marko Pasha to see if he would listen to our troubles if our tune was just a little bit right! Our only concern has become saving the day. Even saving the day is more difficult than "getting the camel over the ditch". If we were in tune a little bit, the ones we call wouldn't say they don't exist when they do, and our consciences would be seared. There would be someone to answer the insistently ringing phones. If he calls, say no, or even don't pick up at all, he wouldn't say I know what you are calling for, he would pick up the phone, and his troubles would be solved. Loyalty would not wait with forty locks on it with no fixed address, and there would not be moments and times when the disloyal would explain disloyalty as loyalty!

If we were not out of tune, homes would not fall apart, those who got married yesterday would not get divorced today, those who interfere in marriages would not be the ones who stir up households, those who cast a shadow on people's happiness with gossip and slander, and couples with children who try to divorce because they were married in love would not even think of divorce! 

Those who take refuge behind the phrase "anger is sweeter than honey" would not make the simplest problems an issue, would give up their habit of creating a storm in a glass of water, would not kick and slap each other, and would not be lined up one after the other with dirty swear words that have never seen the light of day. 

If we were not out of tune, brothers and relatives would not be enemies, would not be enemies, would not be sulking until death, would not pull guns on each other, some would not even go to the grave and some to jail, for a meter of land inherited from their fathers and ancestors, for a handful of land, to usurp all the rights of their brothers and relatives and to take them upon themselves. 

If we were not out of tune, lying would no longer be the main thing in the country, no one would tell lies, slapping would no longer be considered a profession, swindlers would repent of defrauding people, plunderers would ask for forgiveness, abandon plunder and the rest of the plunder and regret it a thousand times, those who could not stop themselves from reaching for orphans' rights would lose sleep the next time they stretched out their hands, and they would open their hands in the middle of the night with tears to give up this business. 

If we were not out of tune, no one would harbor enmity, no one would commit murder, blood feuds would end in reconciliation, and women would not be killed in the streets. If we were not out of tune, we would not think of cheating, and fraud would not haunt our neighborhood. 

In the final analysis, the economy and the inflation monster are laughing merrily on our streets, arm in arm. They are very cheerful, very happy. But we are badly out of tune. And it has been for quite a long time. The day is getting worse by the day. Our work, our profession, our talent, our talent, our writing, our words, that is to say, that tuning that we hold on to life, that we are connected to life, that gives enthusiasm and excitement to our lives, which we call metaphorically saz, should not be disturbed. I'm out of tune again, so I thought I'd write, may you all be in tune...