Bir Garip Düello

“… But death, just like life, was met alone. The person who came alone at birth also left alone when he died...

… Man was a prisoner of this endless cycle. To be born and to die. From the known to the unknown! It was a journey in between. Who knows, maybe the hearts were experiencing all the pain of being stuck in between. It was a pain that always stayed in the same place. Just like the days and seasons always remain in place, returning to where they started.

In moments close to death, the body secretes a state of peace and happiness. Adil's body, which was about to cool down, was slowly spreading a smile of this state of peace and happiness on his face.

Adil knew that he was about to say goodbye to the life that he did not live for himself even for a single day. His last run had exhausted his injured heart. He ran for his friends... When he looked in front of him, he noticed a snowdrop flower. When he was a little boy, his mother said to him:

He said, 'Don't pick the flowers, their lifespan is very short, let them live happily with their spring'..."