Why Did We Lose Our Humanity as a Nation?

Societies that lose their humanity also lose their morality, national and spiritual values over time. The most concrete example of this; I can show you the incident that took place in the Turkish Grand National Assembly. A member of parliament who spoke on behalf of his party stated that trade with Israel on the Gaza issue continues and that the political attitude of the ruling party is insincere. I will not name the party here, those who are curious about the subject can research and learn the details of the subject. Essentially, I would like to draw your attention to how crazy the people who are sitting in the parliamentary seat with the votes of this nation in the Turkish Grand National Assembly, which is the most effective authority in the administration of the country, and whose salaries are paid with the taxes collected from this nation, can go out of their way, if they are also members of parliament. Using this example, I consider it my duty to explain to you once again where this reckless course, of which we are all a part, can lead our country.

In this incident, the orator who made his speech in the Turkish Grand National Assembly was about to sit down when he fell ill and hit his head on the marble staircase. Even in that situation, MPs from the ranks of the ruling party said, "This is how God's wrath happens!" they shouted. Let's keep lamenting where political courtesy and humane attitude are left. As a matter of fact, we received the news that that deputy unfortunately passed away in the hospital where he was taken.

We were not like this, my dear readers. We also knew that sports were the medicine of love and peace, friendship and brotherhood. Stadiums have now become places where slang, swearing, violence, punches and kicks fly in the air. Should this be the extent of the reaction to referees' erroneous decisions? If a club president does this, won't the excesses of fanatic fans cause greater damage tomorrow? In our youth, we would watch the matches in the stands, sitting side by side with the fans of the opposing team, even if the color of our jerseys was different. Sports was entertainment for us. We weren't like this, friend!

Politics has become polarized, leaders are shouting and insulting each other. TFF President said to the club presidents: "Enough!" He shouts at the top of his voice. Club presidents are attacking the referees with kicks and punches. Players hit each other mercilessly. On the roads, drivers point fingers and shoot bullets at each other, and the streets have become an arena for gangs. Doesn't this situation really scare you at all?

What about the craze of so-called phenomena that emerge day by day and whose number increases day by day? Aren't each of the social media feeds, who suddenly got rich when they were starving yesterday, and who vomit all kinds of clowning, vulgarity and spoiledness as if it were a skill, when they find the money, are rodents of our culture and national morality? The manager of a bank is defrauding people who have become a Ponzi apparatus. Don't you look with astonishment and disgust at the raging appetites of the glorious men who have fallen into his trap, their easy cornering, their one-and-done devilishness, their endless greed for money, their insatiable lust for profit, and their greed for worldly possessions? Where is this society headed? What we are experiencing is called social decay. Believe me, we were not like this in the past. What happened to us? Should these be the values you put in place of the old Turkey that you did not like?

In Tolstoy's book "What Does a Man Live By", which I admire, there is the sad and exemplary story of farmer Pahom. Pahom, an ordinary farmer, dreams of a richer life. When he hears that a generous chief somewhere far away is giving land for free, he goes to the chief and asks for more land. Indeed, the Chief is a generous man who gives everyone as much land as he wants. He says to Pahom, "All the places you wander around from sunrise to sunset are yours, but you have to return to where you started before the sun sets." “Otherwise you will lose all your rights!”

Pahom starts walking with the sunrise. Fields, vineyards and gardens pass by. Just as he was about to return, he did not want to miss a wetland he saw. His heart is not satisfied. As he thinks about this vineyard and this garden, he realizes that it's almost time for the sun to set. He runs and runs, but his strength fails. As he continues to walk with weak steps, blood begins to drip from Pahom's nose. Just as he approaches the point where he started, he collapses for a moment and cannot get up again.

The chief is watching what is happening. The event that he has witnessed many times has occurred again. He has his men dig a grave. They bury Pahom in this grave. The chief stands at Pahom's grave and says: "This much land is enough for one person!"

We want to accumulate constantly. So much food we can't eat, so much clothes we can't wear, so much stuff we can't use, so much house we can't live in. Our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, our desires are bigger than our needs. And as a person gets older, he nourishes and rejuvenates his desires. As he accumulates, he increases his ties to life. He gets so attached to life that the idea that he will one day leave this land disappears from his mind over time. People are also very interested in consuming. In addition to the money, goods, and property they have accumulated, they consume time and words.

When will we realize that having access to a cup of tea, olives and bread is a wealth? When will we understand that a woman who fills a house with love and contentment, even if she does not have a wallet to fill it with, or a man who comes to her house in the evenings, brings bread and wishes her well, is wealth? In fact, we are all too poor to buy an eye that sees, a hand that holds, a foot that walks, and to have it again when we lose it. Life is as long as we breathe, real beauties are understood as they are experienced. Life is only as long as the days you live. What hasn't happened is just a dream.

with respectful love