Birds Mourn

Birds Mourn

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With his sparkling Turkish, Hasan Ali Toptaş adds a new dimension to his novel writing in "Birds Go to Mourning": he does not narrate, he does not tell, he breathes in. The murmur of the grass of gratitude, the knowledge of not saying sighs, the virtue of knowing its value while you have it. As we read about the patience of the days gone by, our minds and hearts resound in our ears. The words "Fathers are the loneliness written on our foreheads" are as natural as the running of horses, a novel that is compassionate enough to make the writer sigh. -ANDREW RIEMER, Sydney Morning Herald-In those years, my father was the smell of diesel fuel, a distant engine sound ringing in our ears, and as I said before, once he left, he never came back.
Publisher : Everest Publications
Number of pages : 250
Publication Year : 2016
ISBN : 9786051850665
The heart : Turkish
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Birds Mourn <font color="black" face="verdana">With his sparkling Turkish, Hasan Ali Toptaş adds a new dimension to his novel writing in "Birds Go to Mourning": he does not narrate, he does not tell, he breathes in. The murmur of the grass of gratitude, the knowledge of not saying sighs, the virtue of knowing its value while you have it. As we read about the patience of the days gone by, our minds and hearts resound in our ears. The words "Fathers are the loneliness written on our foreheads" are as natural as the running of horses, a novel that is compassionate enough to make the writer sigh. -ANDREW RIEMER, Sydney Morning Herald-In those years, my father was the smell of diesel fuel, a distant engine sound ringing in our ears, and as I said before, once he left, he never came back.</font> EVEREST037
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