LANGUAGE OF BIRDS

 

“Here we are!!!”

At the end of the three-hour journey, the mosque at the entrance of the village was visible.

They would come to the village to their grandmother and grandfather on the weekends to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Every time they came to the village, it was a new excitement, a new adventure for Neşe.

She would excitedly tell her grandmother and grandfather about what she had experienced at school for a week. After each visit, she would learn something about village life from her grandfather.

“Grandfather, grandfather! We have arrived!”

Her grandmother and grandfather had already prepared the table for their guests on the veranda in front of the house. The stove would be on even in the summer, the food cooked in the pot would boil on the stove one last time, and the tea would be brewed there after the meal.

“Oh my beautiful bride, my grandchild has come, how welcome…”

Neşe started talking as if her button had been pressed with the warm welcome of her grandmother and grandfather.

“Hogoş bugulduk, degedege... Hogoş bugulduk bagabagannege…”

Grandfather was looking at her in surprise...

“Dear, what are you saying??!!!”

Neşe’s mother, Meral, replied with a smile; “She speaks bird language, Dad. Good to see you Dad, our whole week was like this. She learned it at school :)))”

“Bird language... Hmm... Understood. “

Meals were eaten, tea was drunk. With the rise of the stars, everyone went to bed.

The next morning, Neşe woke up having stored energy for the whole day. She ran to her grandfather in the garden and found him talking to a cucumber seedling.

“Grandfather, what are you doing?”

“Good morning... We were chatting with vegetables.”

“Do cucumbers talk at all!”

 

“Of course they talk, my dear, everything talks. Just as you learned bird language, I learned what the grass and plants say.”

“Yeah… What does it say?”

“It says to water me.”

Neşe continued to listen to her grandfather with astonished eyes.

“Dear, everything speaks, it gives a message in its own language. If we know how to listen and see, we can understand these messages well. Every purr and growl of a cat gives a different message. A dog wagging its tail, holding its tail between its legs, pricking its ears, lying comfortably and standing upright gives a different message. The chirping of birds is also different, so are their languages. For example, did you know that Prophet Solomon knew their language?”

“Yes, grandfather, I know. My mother told me that Prophet Solomon was a very nervous prophet.”

Her grandfather burst out laughing:

“Dear, that should be wise Prophet.”

“What does wise mean?”

“Wise; that is, very knowledgeable. Trying to reach what he does not know from what he has been taught. Yes… What was I saying? All living and non-living beings have a language; they have a message. If we understand these well, our job will be easier. Otherwise, we will act with the messages we think we understand.”

“What do you mean, grandpa?”

“For example, your grandmother sometimes complains to me. When I say, ‘Shall I pour you some tea?’ she doesn’t want to, she says yes, but in fact she just wants to say that you can’t please me with tea, so I will take her somewhere.”

“How funny, grandpa. Why doesn’t she say what she wants right away?”

“My child, what people really want and what they say are different. The important thing is to understand what they want to say.

When you reach what is not said from what is said, you will understand the real message.

That’s why people’s language is not what they actually say.”

“So how am I going to learn this, grandpa?”

“By paying attention, my child, by listening to people carefully, by looking at their faces… And as you grow up, you learn to know people by gaining experience and knowledge.”

 

Their conversation was interrupted by Meral’s voice.

“Breakfast is ready! Let's get to the table..."

After a pleasant weekend, they had packed up their things and set off for Istanbul.

Neşe was thinking about what her grandfather had said along the way, looking at the scenery passing by.

Trees, clouds, fields, cargo trucks in front, a little boy waving from the car next to him... So everything had a message, a language.

A short distance from Istanbul, her father stopped at a gas station.

"Let's get some gas and take a break.

"Dad, do you know the language of cars?"

Neşe's father responded to her question...

"Where did this come from, my daughter?" he asked.

"So, did the car tell you to get gas?"

"Yes," he said smiling and showed the gas gauge.

"This kid must have been interested in language lately; bird language, car language..." he said, winking at Meral.

Neşe was lost in thought...

"What's being talked about? What is meant to be said? You need to think a lot, observe a lot and talk less…”

She had not yet understood most of her grandfather’s words, she would understand as she grew up, but they were already etched in her mind.

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