That evening, two friends were walking through the heights of the legendary country, talking about many things. They wore ordinary clothes and held a loaf of bread.
At that moment, a winged human flew past them.
One of them said, "Look at this lucky winger."His friend replied, "And how do you know he's lucky?"
"My brother, why wouldn't he be? He gets whatever he wants with just a flap of his wings. I don't think people like him have ever suffered in their lives."
"That's your opinion. But I don't think he's that lucky or happy. Aren't you happy now?"
"By God... what happiness?! I worry about getting bread day and night. How can happiness just come like that, brother? Let go of the worry about this and that. What can a man without wings do? He must always keep one eye on the ground and one eye on the sky."
"So you say that if you had wings, you could be happy?"
"Why not? I'm sure I would. Not only could I make myself happy but also everyone around me. Oh... to live in a world where I could fly!"His friend smiled, and the one dreaming of wings quickly added, "You see? Just thinking about it makes you smile, doesn't it?"
They kept talking like this until they arrived in the city. There, they saw an old man pulling fresh bread from a hot oven. The old man looked very happy, holding the bread in his hand and staring at it.
At that moment, the winged human flew over and stole the bread from him, then quickly flew away.The two friends witnessed the whole scene.
The man who dreamed of wings shouted, "Look at this heartless creature! He couldn't even leave the old man's bread alone! Oh... if I had wings, I would chase him to the ends of the earth. I wouldn't stop until I took back that poor man's bread."
His friend said calmly, "Would you...? But I'm afraid that if you had wings, you'd be the one stealing a poor man's bread and flying away."
The wing-seeker shouted angrily, "What kind of friend are you?! Do you think I'd steal a poor man's bread? Ha! Do you know what your problem is? Your head is fizzed. You don't believe in wings. You don't even have the guts to dream. But I have a dream—and one day, I'll make it come true. You'll see me then, sir!"
He left his friend and walked away.
His friend smiled sadly and shook his head. Then, he went to the old man whose bread had been stolen. The wing-seeker made a little noise to himself on the road and then decided to visit a friend who had recently become the owner of wings. He knocked on the door of his friend's house, and the door was opened. After greeting, the wing-seeker man said, "Congratulations, my brother. These wings are stunning on you."
The winged man said selfishly, "Yes, thank you, but the wings I want are much bigger than this."
The wing-seeker man said, "Well, with God's will, you will get that too."
"Thanks again. What about you? Till when do you want to keep walking on earth?"
"Well, brother, what can I say? My life has been very difficult. I can't stand cutting the ground anymore. By the way, why don't you do something for me? I'm sure you have so much power. Be a good man and teach me. I also want to have wings."
"So what can I do for you?"
"Just tell me how I should start."
"But I'm not sure you can do that. It's not that easy."
"No, no, believe me, I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what to do."
"Well, since you're so insistent on this, I'll give you the address of a friend of mine. Go to him, and he'll help you."
The wing-seeker man said goodbye and went home happily. He couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking about visiting the man his winged friend had told him about. In the morning, while lost in those thoughts, he fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw himself wearing clean and tidy clothes and a smile on his lips. Suddenly, two big wings opened between his shoulders—they were very large.
The man couldn't get enough of watching his wings. When he woke up, he said to himself, "Of course, that's my fate. I must go for it."
Then he gathered himself and went to the man. He was somewhere like a factory. He greeted him and introduced himself.
He had an angry face with dry and thick lips. He had a very scary look. "What do you want here?"
The wing-seeker man said in fear and confusion, "I want you to teach me a way to have wings."
The man laughed so loudly that his black and gold teeth appeared. Later, he said, "You want to become a winged man? Get out of my sight."
The wing-seeker man said in surprise, "What does that mean?"
The man gathered his fingers and made a strong fist. Then he said, "I mean, get out. Don't you understand? I know you have no wings, but do you also have no brain that you can't understand this?"
The wing-seeker man cried out, "Please, sir, please teach me. I... I can't stay on earth anymore. Please teach me. I will do anything you want... just say the word."
"You'll do whatever I want?"
"Yes, of course."
The man approached him, punched a fist in the wing-seeker's mouth, and threw him to the ground.The wing-seeker's mouth and nose were bleeding. He was confused. The man approached him again, grabbed his shirt's collar, and said, "Even now, do you still want to have wings...? Ha... tell me."
"Yes," the wing-seeker man said with a bloody mouth and a low voice.
The man landed another punch on his cheek and said, "What you want—you have to raise your voice for it! Under your lips, you can't change the world. SHOUT. The louder your voice echoes, the more real your dream becomes. What do you want to become?"
(The man shouted.) "Tell me now!"
The wing-seeker man shouted, "I want to have wings!"
"Say it louder!"
"I want to have WINGS!"
"Say it louder, baby boy!"
The wing-seeker man shouted so loudly that he wasn't even sure he had such a tone in his throat. "I WANT TO HAVE WINGS!"
A group of pigeons stirred near the window and, startled, flew away.
The man said, "Well done. You obviously like wings. Go and come back tomorrow. I'll teach you everything."
The man left the place, and the wing-seeker man remained in the blood of doubt, power, and hesitation.
The wing-seeker man remembered one evening from his childhood. He had gone home in fear. His father asked how much he had scored on a test. He was so scared he couldn't even open his mouth. He stared at his father foolishly. His father approached him, just like a burning object coming closer. He felt himself sweating, his heart beating wildly.His father pulled one of his ears and said, "Dog boy. What's your score?"He felt he wet his pants but didn't let his father know. He said in a low voice, "Four."His father shouted, "How many?! Say it loudly!"He said again, "Four."His father shouted, "Four out of how many?! You dog!"
He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw his mother's eyes. They were full of tears, but she was silent.He said, "Four out of ten." His father, hearing what he wanted to hear, slapped him as he wished. He thought to himself that if he had a loud and rough voice like them, no one would dare beat him.He got up, shook the dust off his clothes, and went home. His father heard what he wanted to hear and slapped him as he wished. The wing-seeker didn't know why he remembered that incident—twenty years separated it from this man's punches—but he was sure they had both beaten him for the same reason: because he wasn't loud enough.
Instead of crying and screaming out all his pain, he curled it up inside himself like a snake.
The next day, he returned to the man with hard and angry courage—this time, with bloodshot eyes that hadn't slept all night and a head held straight and high. Except for his dream (gaining wings), nothing else mattered to him. He looked into the man's eyes and said, "I have come. Teach me."The man looked at him silently for a while, then said with a small smile at the corner of his lips, "Well, very good."
Then he took him to a place full of people with newly formed wings. Some came down from the sky. They were yellow and weak. They had bread in their hands, which they placed in a large warehouse full of bread.
The wing-seeker man remembered the day he and his friend had witnessed an old man's bread being stolen by one of those people. He thought to himself, "What should that fool do now?"
That evening, two friends were walking through the heights of the legendary country, talking about many things. They wore ordinary clothes and held a loaf of bread.
At that moment, a winged human flew past them.
One of them said, "Look at this lucky winger."His friend replied, "And how do you know he's lucky?"
"My brother, why wouldn't he be? He gets whatever he wants with just a flap of his wings. I don't think people like him have ever suffered in their lives."
"That's your opinion. But I don't think he's that lucky or happy. Aren't you happy now?"
"By God... what happiness?! I worry about getting bread day and night. How can happiness just come like that, brother? Let go of the worry about this and that. What can a man without wings do? He must always keep one eye on the ground and one eye on the sky."
"So you say that if you had wings, you could be happy?"
"Why not? I'm sure I would. Not only could I make myself happy but also everyone around me. Oh... to live in a world where I could fly!"His friend smiled, and the one dreaming of wings quickly added, "You see? Just thinking about it makes you smile, doesn't it?"
They kept talking like this until they arrived in the city. There, they saw an old man pulling fresh bread from a hot oven. The old man looked very happy, holding the bread in his hand and staring at it.
At that moment, the winged human flew over and stole the bread from him, then quickly flew away.The two friends witnessed the whole scene.
The man who dreamed of wings shouted, "Look at this heartless creature! He couldn't even leave the old man's bread alone! Oh... if I had wings, I would chase him to the ends of the earth. I wouldn't stop until I took back that poor man's bread."
His friend said calmly, "Would you...? But I'm afraid that if you had wings, you'd be the one stealing a poor man's bread and flying away."
The wing-seeker shouted angrily, "What kind of friend are you?! Do you think I'd steal a poor man's bread? Ha! Do you know what your problem is? Your head is fizzed. You don't believe in wings. You don't even have the guts to dream. But I have a dream—and one day, I'll make it come true. You'll see me then, sir!"
He left his friend and walked away.
His friend smiled sadly and shook his head. Then, he went to the old man whose bread had been stolen. The wing-seeker made a little noise to himself on the road and then decided to visit a friend who had recently become the owner of wings. He knocked on the door of his friend's house, and the door was opened. After greeting, the wing-seeker man said, "Congratulations, my brother. These wings are stunning on you."
The winged man said selfishly, "Yes, thank you, but the wings I want are much bigger than this."
The wing-seeker man said, "Well, with God's will, you will get that too."
"Thanks again. What about you? Till when do you want to keep walking on earth?"
"Well, brother, what can I say? My life has been very difficult. I can't stand cutting the ground anymore. By the way, why don't you do something for me? I'm sure you have so much power. Be a good man and teach me. I also want to have wings."
"So what can I do for you?"
"Just tell me how I should start."
"But I'm not sure you can do that. It's not that easy."
"No, no, believe me, I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what to do."
"Well, since you're so insistent on this, I'll give you the address of a friend of mine. Go to him, and he'll help you."
The wing-seeker man said goodbye and went home happily. He couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking about visiting the man his winged friend had told him about. In the morning, while lost in those thoughts, he fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw himself wearing clean and tidy clothes and a smile on his lips. Suddenly, two big wings opened between his shoulders—they were very large.
The man couldn't get enough of watching his wings. When he woke up, he said to himself, "Of course, that's my fate. I must go for it."
Then he gathered himself and went to the man. He was somewhere like a factory. He greeted him and introduced himself.
He had an angry face with dry and thick lips. He had a very scary look. "What do you want here?"
The wing-seeker man said in fear and confusion, "I want you to teach me a way to have wings."
The man laughed so loudly that his black and gold teeth appeared. Later, he said, "You want to become a winged man? Get out of my sight."
The wing-seeker man said in surprise, "What does that mean?"
The man gathered his fingers and made a strong fist. Then he said, "I mean, get out. Don't you understand? I know you have no wings, but do you also have no brain that you can't understand this?"
The wing-seeker man cried out, "Please, sir, please teach me. I... I can't stay on earth anymore. Please teach me. I will do anything you want... just say the word."
"You'll do whatever I want?"
"Yes, of course."
The man approached him, punched a fist in the wing-seeker's mouth, and threw him to the ground.The wing-seeker's mouth and nose were bleeding. He was confused. The man approached him again, grabbed his shirt's collar, and said, "Even now, do you still want to have wings...? Ha... tell me."
"Yes," the wing-seeker man said with a bloody mouth and a low voice.
The man landed another punch on his cheek and said, "What you want—you have to raise your voice for it! Under your lips, you can't change the world. SHOUT. The louder your voice echoes, the more real your dream becomes. What do you want to become?"
(The man shouted.) "Tell me now!"
The wing-seeker man shouted, "I want to have wings!"
"Say it louder!"
"I want to have WINGS!"
"Say it louder, baby boy!"
The wing-seeker man shouted so loudly that he wasn't even sure he had such a tone in his throat. "I WANT TO HAVE WINGS!"
A group of pigeons stirred near the window and, startled, flew away.
The man said, "Well done. You obviously like wings. Go and come back tomorrow. I'll teach you everything."
The man left the place, and the wing-seeker man remained in the blood of doubt, power, and hesitation.
The wing-seeker man remembered one evening from his childhood. He had gone home in fear. His father asked how much he had scored on a test. He was so scared he couldn't even open his mouth. He stared at his father foolishly. His father approached him, just like a burning object coming closer. He felt himself sweating, his heart beating wildly.His father pulled one of his ears and said, "Dog boy. What's your score?"He felt he wet his pants but didn't let his father know. He said in a low voice, "Four."His father shouted, "How many?! Say it loudly!"He said again, "Four."His father shouted, "Four out of how many?! You dog!"
He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw his mother's eyes. They were full of tears, but she was silent.He said, "Four out of ten." His father, hearing what he wanted to hear, slapped him as he wished. He thought to himself that if he had a loud and rough voice like them, no one would dare beat him.He got up, shook the dust off his clothes, and went home. His father heard what he wanted to hear and slapped him as he wished. The wing-seeker didn't know why he remembered that incident—twenty years separated it from this man's punches—but he was sure they had both beaten him for the same reason: because he wasn't loud enough.
Instead of crying and screaming out all his pain, he curled it up inside himself like a snake.
The next day, he returned to the man with hard and angry courage—this time, with bloodshot eyes that hadn't slept all night and a head held straight and high. Except for his dream (gaining wings), nothing else mattered to him. He looked into the man's eyes and said, "I have come. Teach me."The man looked at him silently for a while, then said with a small smile at the corner of his lips, "Well, very good."
Then he took him to a place full of people with newly formed wings. Some came down from the sky. They were yellow and weak. They had bread in their hands, which they placed in a large warehouse full of bread.
The wing-seeker man remembered the day he and his friend had witnessed an old man's bread being stolen by one of those people. He thought to himself, "What should that fool do now?"
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