It is to close your eyes and get lost in the unique symphony of nature.

While waiting for the light of day, it is to watch nature come to life again, again, again...

Happiness is ice cream in Maraş, cream in Afyon, küşleme in Gaziantep, künefe in Hatay, boza in İzmir, kebab in Adana...

All family members are together at the dinner table;

Every place touched by your mother's hand is your father's shadow, your brother's love.

Then suddenly comes a fit of laughter.

Happiness is the smile in a child's eyes.

It is to feel the effect of a sweet dream all day long.

A bunch of daffodils that decorate your table in February is a hyacinth blooming in your garden.

Happiness is making love wing in the heart without caring about the distances...

It is a cup of tea or coffee that accompanies a book.

A pleasant voice rising from the minaret is an invitation:

“Haya alessalâh”

Happiness is walking barefoot on the grass...

It is the henna hands that my grandmother gave water to her chrysanthemums.

It is the blooming of your violet that you have been having for days.

Happiness is the rain that comes down suddenly, the rainbow that comes after the rain...

The egg you get from the henhouse, the cucumber on the flower, the watermelon cracking in the spring water, the fish falling into the barbecue...

It is an invaluable conversation in the friendly assembly...

Happiness is the prayer of a kissable old grandmother, the dream of a bride with embroidered writing!

Sometimes it's running against the wind,

A small boat sailing into the blue,

It is a horse mackerel attached to a fishing line.

Sometimes diving into a water that you can't see the bottom of is greeting different kinds of fish.

Happiness is hope tied to the wings of a dove...

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The embroidered handkerchief is the flashing message of now.

To get lost in the tune of a song is to rest your head on one shoulder carelessly.

To take the road, to be on the roads, to dive into the roads...

A flying balloon is a doll or cotton candy carried by a cotton hand.

Happiness is the success that comes after a long marathon...

A new car, a new house, a new baby is a new life.

It is to warm up with the dream of your lover in the sadness of the night.

It is a prayer of thanksgiving when you wake up from a terrible dream and find yourself in your bed.

It is turning the pages of a photo album and going back to your childhood in the dusty streets of the past.

My hand is to know that the one you thought you lost in an accident is alive...

And happiness;

is to never, ever kill the child in you.

(Sheriff AKKEÇECİ-Comment Newspaper)