Genar - Caucasia - The first book - 2008

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Osman Celik - Genar - Caucasia - Vol.I - 2008
Author: Osman Celik
English Translation by Yunus Buğra
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Ahmet Sena was sitting on his prayer rug on the terrace of his twin-roomed house surrounded with picket fence. He was looking at the hill facing the house. The house actually didn�t belong to him. It was one of the three houses built by the Basti family to accommodate the visitors. Bastiko Bram had allowed Ahmet to stay there on his arrival at the village, Çığızaç. He has been staying there for two years now, as a standing guest of the Bastis. He liked them. The Bastis, too, took him as a member of the household.

He had just returned to the house after having offered the noon prayer at the village mosque. It was the harvest time; there were a few Muslims in Çığızaç; and there were yet very few coverts at the village. Therefore, on that day there were no one else at the mosque except Imam Kobli, the aged Hana? and Ahmet Sena.

After the prayer he had thought of walking down the creek; but abruptly changed his mind and turned back towards his house as he became aware that Hana? followed him. Hana? was a babbler. He talked non-stop, asked questions, but switched to another subject before his question being answered. Hana?, otherwise, was a pleasant old man, and Ahmet Sena liked him. When in good mood, he talked sense, listened, laughed; but on occasions could be intolerable. He frequently visited Ahmet at his house.

Ahmet Sena was sitting on the prayer rug, telling his beads, his back resting against the wall. He enjoyed to be at the small terrace of his house over-looking the field, and the hills beyond. Usually he would sit there for hours, with the beads in his hand, either reciting prayers or recollecting his own past, and pondering about the future. What had brought him to Çığızaç? What he was going to do? He wasn�t sure. He felt sort of apprehesion deep in heart. It always occurred to him that something was amiss. It so happened that certain incidents, not of his own doing; certain accidental developments; determined the course of his life. Continually others towed him.
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