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Ailenin Adı Fedakârlıktır

Bir yuvadır çatısı baba olan,
Gölgesinde büyür dal, budak, oğlan.
Kendi yansa da göstermez duman,
Susar baba, feda eder hayatından.

Cepten eksilir, hayâlden düşer,
Zamanı gider, içiyle dövüşür.
Ama şikâyet nedir, hiç bilmez,
Dağ olur, taş olur evlâdın önünden.

Anne derler, fedakârlığın ta kendisi,
Gecesiz gündüzsüz yanan kandili.
Toplumun omurgası, evin bel kemiği,
Sonsuz sabırla yoğurur hâneden.

Evlat için kendini yok sayar,
Kendi canından önce yavruyu duyar.
Akra bayra kim gelirse buyurur,
Veren el olur, eksilmez sofrasından.

Kardeş kardeşe canını serer,
Ağbi abla küçüğe göğsünü gerer.
Küçükler de büyüğe saygı eder,
Sevgiyle örülür kaleden kaleye.

Fedakârlıkla kurulur o sağlam köprü,
Kırılmaz, yıkılmaz, nice fırtına görür.
Birbirine el verir, gönülden yürür,
Yuvalar işte böyle cennet olur dünyaya.

Baba, anne, evlât el ele verir,
Zor günde bir yürek gibi çarpar sinir.
Fedakârlıkla pişer aile denir,
Sevgiyle mayalanır her bir lokması.

Komşuya uzanır, akrabaya koşar,
Emaneti taşır, yükü hoş taşır.
Dünya döner, zaman akıp gider,
Ama aile kalır, sarsılmaz tahtı.

Kul Ömer der ki: bu dünya fanidir,
Fedakârlıkla kurulan hâne bâkidir.
Kim gönlünü verir, Allah yanındadır,
Aile cennettir, anahtarı fedâdır.

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Omuz omuza verir baba ile ana,
Birlikte kurarlar yuvayı zamana.
Biri gökte güneş, biri yerde ana,
Isıtır, büyütür, aş eder lokmayı.

Baba terini damla damla siler,
Anne dualarla sabrını biler.
Çocuk huzur bulur bu iki nefer,
Kalpten kalbe kurulur sağlam sarayı.

Fedakâr baba, gölgedir yaz güneşine,
Duvardır rüzgâra, kalkandır düşüne.
Kendi içinde nice fırtına peşine,
Ama yüzünde bahar, hanesine armağan.

Anne ise toprağın en bereketli hali,
Sonsuz hoşgörüsü, sevginin mahyası.
Bir yorgan gibi örter gamı, tasayı,
Evlat gözünde o, cennet baharı.

Ağabey kardeşine sırdaş olur,
Ablalar, küçüklerin başına nur.
Küçükler de büyüğe saygıda gurur,
İşte böyle kuvvet bulur aile bağı.

Fedakârlık dedin mi kan gibi akar,
Atadan oğula, gönülden taşar.
Her biri diğerinin yükünü taşır,
Birlikle aşılır kaderin dağları.

Bir akşam sofrasında ekmek bölünür,
Baba susar, evlat doysun diye gönül verilir.
Anne bakar, "Yeter ki evlâdım büyüsün" der,
Kendi aç kalır ama aş olur yuvaya.

Komşu gelir, akraba kapıyı çalar,
Bu ocak der, "Buyur" diye kapı açar.
Fedakâr ailede yoktur ‘ben’ diye nazar,
Hep ‘biz’ vardır, hep beraber taşınır dünya.

Zaman geçer, saçlar düşer aklara,
Ama o fedakârlık kalır dualara.
Ne altın kalır, ne mal, ne de para,
Sadaka-i câriye olur, yazılır semâya.

Kul Ömer der ki: Yol budur, sır budur,
Kim fedâ ederse, onunla kurulur murad.
Aileyi koruyan, yıkılmaz bir yurdudur,
Fedakârlıkta gizlidir gerçek saadet!

The Name of the Family Is Sacrifice

It is a home whose roof is the father,
It grows in the shadow of a branch, a snag, a boy.
Even if it burns on its own, it doesn't show smoke,
He shuts up, Dad, he sacrifices his life.

Out of pocket, out of imagination,
His time goes, he fights with his insides.
But what is the complaint, he never knows,
It becomes a mountain, it becomes a stone in front of your child.

They say Mom, it's sacrifice itself,
The lamp that burns day and night.
The backbone of society, the backbone of the house,
He kneads from the house with infinite patience.

He ignores himself for his son,
He hears the puppy before his own life.
Whoever comes to Accra bayra is welcome,
It becomes the giving hand, it does not diminish from its table.

Brother lays down his life for brother,
Big sister stretches her chest to the little one.
The little ones also respect the big,
It is knitted with love from castle to castle.

That solid bridge is built with sacrifice,
Unbreakable, indestructible, how many storms it sees.
They give hands to each other, walk with heart,
That's how homes become a paradise to the world.

Father, mother, son join hands,
A nerve that beats like a heart on a hard day.
Cooking with sacrifice is called family,
It is leavened with love every single morsel.

Reaches out to a neighbor, runs to a relative,
He carries the trust, he carries the burden pleasantly.
The world turns, time flows by,
But the family remains, its unshakable throne.

Kul Omar says: this world is mortal,
The household established by sacrifice is permanent.
Whoever gives his heart, Allah is with him,
Family is paradise, the key is sacrifice.

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He gives shoulder to shoulder with father and mother,
They build a home together in time.
One is the sun in the sky, one is the mother on the ground,
It warms, enlarges, overcomes the bite.

Dad wipes his sweat drop by drop,
Mom knows patience with prayers.
The child finds peace with these two souls,
A solid palace is built from the heart to the heart.

Altruistic father is a shadow to the summer sun,
It is a wall to the wind, a shield to think.
How many storms follow in itself,
But spring on his face, a gift to his household.

Mother is the most fertile state of the earth,
His infinite tolerance is the balance of love.
It covers the gamut like a quilt, the worry,
In the eyes of the son, he is the heavenly spring.

Big brother becomes a confidante to his brother,
Sisters, light on the little ones.
The little ones are also proud of the respect for the big,
This is how the family bond finds strength.

Did you say sacrifice flows like blood,
From ancestor to son, it overflows with the heart.
Each carries the burden of the other,
The mountains of fate are overcome with unity.

At an evening table, bread is divided,
The father is silent, the heart is given so that the son may be fed.
The mother looks up and says, "As long as my child grows up.",
He will be hungry himself, but he will get over the nest.

The neighbor comes, the relative knocks on the door,
This January says, "Here," and opens the door.
There is no altruistic family evil eye because 'I',
There is always ‘we’, the world moves together.

Time passes, hair falls on whites,
But that sacrifice remains to the prayers.
There is no gold left, no goods, no money,
Charity becomes a concubine, it is written in heaven.

Kul Omar says: This is the way, this is the secret,
Whoever sacrifices, murad is established with him.
It is an indestructible homeland that protects the family,
Hidden in sacrifice is true bliss!

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Kayıt Tarihi : 6.5.2025 12:49:00