Musa grandfather, who had settled in the city as a refugee,
was a very big man.
In his youth, he had strangled a wolf and killed it.
–
But the city children
filled the inside of a cigarette with marijuana
and gave it to him instead of a cigarette.
And that big old man,
thinking the mirage he saw on the asphalt was a lake,
rolled up his trousers, took his shoes in his hands,
and crossed to the other side of the road.
The city children laughed a lot,
boasting about their jackal ways.
Musa grandfather said goodbye to life that evening.
He was the only refugee
who had died from pleasure.
–
Musa grandfather had carried the burden of a house on his shoulders.
Even the movable belongings of his house were living a refugee life.
Ten people could barely lift
the weight he had lifted.
But he himself did not know that
the heaviest burden he had carried throughout his life
was the shoes in his hands.
–
He was the first resident of this village to die in refugeehood.
It was as if he had passed through that sea of mirage.
Just as Moses had saved his own people,
he too had saved his own villagers.
Because immediately after this, many refugees died and were saved.
Thus,
Musa grandfather went down in history
as the only happy refugee.
The happy refugee who had no money for cigarettes
dragged behind him
all the unhappy refugees
and took them to the cemetery of exile.
–
Strangely,
a lot of wild marijuana bushes
have grown around his grave.
Musa grandfather is probably enjoying himself there too.
–
He should be thankful that he died.
Otherwise, because of these wild marijuana bushes,
they would have taken a lot of bribes from him.
They would not have cared
that he did not even have money for cigarettes.
