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    Nightmare Nightmare Presentation Transcript

    • Nightmare
    • Since my childhood, I always disliked narrow spaces and avoided to enter such places.
    • When I grew older, I realized it was a mental illness, but I couldn’t come over it.
    • And now, I had to stay in narrow spaces, regardless of whether I liked it or not.
    • They wrapped me up and placed me in a long coffin.
    • I could well hear the talk of people around me and although my eyes were closed, I could somehow hear them .
    • - “Poor man. He died so young although he had a lot to do.” They said.
    • Indeed, I left many of my tasks incomplete.
    • For example, I didn’t set up a nice office for my son, nor did I pay out the installments of the car and colour TV.
    • Establishing a new company wherein I would gather my friends was another dream which didn’t come true.
    • Moreover, I wasn’t able to fix the problem of wood and coal, though winter was so close, neither did I have time to repair the roof which was leaking.
    • While I was pondering on my half-done jobs, I startled with a furious sound. This sound, as if coming out of a microphone, echoed in remotest places of my brain:
    • -Now, it is too late.
    • I said to myself: -I wish it never happened.
    • I don’t know how that accident took place,
    • … although I was so good in driving.
    • While I was trying to remember what had happened, I realized that my friends gathered around me and were trying to shut the cover of the coffin in which I was lying.
    • Although I tried to scream and flutter to stop them, I could neither move nor yell.
    • After a short while, I was in an utter darkness and turned my eyes to the light coming in through the woods of the coffin
    • in a horror: - “ Oh my God! What’s going to happen next?” I sighed.
    • Being in a great fear, I wasn’t able to think of anything.
    • Meanwhile, my coffin was lifted on shoulders and they began to carry me away.
    • I could judge by the sounds coming in, that it was raining and sound of the rainstorm mixed with my coffin’s rustling sound.
    • We must be going to a mosque for funeral.
    • When I said mosque, I remembered that…
    • … I never spared time for a prayer in the mosque which was so close to my house despite the invitations made five times a day.
    • I had planned to start practicing the prayer and quit bad habits by the time I became fifty years old.
    • - “Had this accident not happened, I would have become a better man!”
    • But the same familiar voice which I didn’t figure out where it came from, said repeatedly:
    • -Now, it is too late.
    • - it is all over.
    • Soon the funeral was over and my coffin was once more lifted up to shoulders. .
    • When I was passing by the coffeehouse in our quarter, I heard the joyful laughter of my friends with whom I used to play cards, I said to myself:
    • - “They must be unaware of my death.”
    • When the sounds were no more heard, I realized that we were climbing up the hill which led to cemetery.
    • I could also see that raindrops penetrating through the woods of my coffin were wetting my shroud.
    • Yet, I turned my ear to those who were talking outside.
    • Some of my friends were discussing the recession in the market, while others were praising the achievements of the national team.
    • One of those carrying my coffin whispered to the ear of the other walking by him:
    • - He has always been peevish; even so the day he died. We are soaked to the skin.
    • I couldn’t believe what I heard. Were they indeed my friends for whom I sacrificed even my sleeps.
    • When the trip was over, my coffin was grounded.
    • The cover was opened and the arms that grasped my corpse put me down in a hollow at the bottom of which water was pooled.
    • I looked around from where I was lying:
    • - Oh my God! Isn’t it a grave? Why have I never imagined up to this moment that I would finally come to this place?
    • I could make no one hear my silent screams and felt that my friends were racing to cover my body with soil.
    • Once again, I was in sheer darkness and tried to pray with all my helplessness.
    • - “Lord” I said. “Give me another chance to become a servant you would be pleased with and I’ll change my grave to a Garden of Paradise.”
    • The same sound roared: - It is too late now. All is over.
    • The sound of the ground thrown on the woods covering my grave sounded like thunder and shook all my soul.
    • With a last effort, I managed to open my eyes.
    • I was lying in a comfortable bed in my room but was dreaming of a terrible nightmare.
    • My doctor friend next door was trying to wake me up:
    • - “It is all over.” He kept on shouting. “You see you are alright now.”
    • When I sat up, I was all in sweat. It was as if I had given up twenty kilograms at once.
    • There was a rainstorm outside which shook the whole house with thunders and lightning.
    • Trying to recover myself, I prayed God:
    • -My Lord. Praise is to you by the number of atoms.
    • What would I do, if you had not given me one more chance to become a good servant?
    • Source Text: Cüneyd Suavi Presentation: Ahmet YORDAM
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