A SONG FOR ÇEYDA & AKSEL

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Two Tulips C & A


Seize each day and be happier, brighter, sweeter
for yourself, your families and your friends.
The gift of life is the same
single, married, old or young, Turkish or Malaysian.

Only in marriage you think, live and do
for two or more,
you for him and he for you
and both eventually for the baby.

The high only a parent can know, the joy of creation.
Your every action will revolve around the baby,
you will both become experts at baby talk.
Heaven lies in smiles, giggles, gurgles and looks.

You will reign in two bodies with one soul.

Nothing in life comes ready made.
Happiness too? You need to make happiness happen,
it takes time, effort, love and care.

Be wary of the king of thieves, Time;
it often catches you napping from behind.

To have in life what you dearly love,
you must learn to be a sorcerer to
turn a sob story into a garden of sweet-smelling roses
with Aladdin’s lamp and God’s helping hand.

Do not flare up, keep your cool, forgive and smile. While
the real world shrinks, your personal world grows apace.

Life is a journey on a raft, make it a raft of joy,
sail it mindful of treacherous rapids.
Love also sheds light on the darker side of life.
Everything is relative. Pleasure only comes after pain.

Your past, parents and friends
are your real present, your anchor in life.
The past is the lode star of your future.
Do not pawn it.

Sensitive thoughts and feelings are unutterable,
you must learn to divine what the other feels or thinks.

Think big, think you’re the anchorship of Turkey,
be a diamond princess, act like a generous Pasha.
Together make your life a magical garden in the sky
like the Roof Garden in Kensington London

where Kismet took Halit and Çumhur on their honeymoon.

Now Kismet has united you both in fabled Istanbul.
Yours is the Bosphoros and Topkapi Palace,
your garden in the sky lit up by
glittery diamonds and twinkling stars shinning on your Wedding Day.
The Topkapi Dragger
The Ottoman Light of Day


Dato’ Yunus Raiss
JP FRSA FCIL MEd BA BSc (Econ)
M.Ed, Barrister, Dip TEFL, Dip Edu Research
25.09.2018

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