Expect the unexpected, follow the lovers lost in this blog.

A blog to cater your mind,body,and soul as you drink Turkish Coffee. We are proud to present our new storyline called Cafe's search for his "Zahir". Everyday is a new day for the "Cafe" (from Istanbul) & his journey for "Zahir" (from Baku). Don't expect extraordinary drama from the narrator, me. Still, this is a drama (maybe real!), and have better impact on you than watching a soap opera. Guaranteed. There is genuine feelings within inspirational periods. Cross your fingers for this story to end with happy marriage :-) All rights are reserved.

EDIT (01 July 2009) - She is engaged with another man, and I finally made my marriage proposal bringing my family to Baku. The result: She stays engaged and will have her wedding, so called "toy", with that another man.

Rest in peace Ms. Zahir.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Mi Casa, Tu Casa, El Paso

Dear Love,

Look at your hand. five beautiful fingers. All of them ending up in your sweet heart.
Look at your other hand. Another five beautiful finger, all ending up in your warm heart.
Now, look at your feet. Five beautiful toes, all ending up in your delicious heart.
And, last, but not least, look at your other five melodic toes, all finding their way to your mellow heart.

There is at least 20 reasons how much I feel you, miss you. Please imagine one reason, and follow the route to your heart. You will find me there, and I will tell you the secret.
Since it is online, not a secret anymore. OK, then, world hear my voice.

Would you marry me?

Is the World Listening to Me, to You, to Us?

I imagine us reading these posts a couple years later. I imagine we will be able to imagine what struggles we have been through.
I value us together.
I don't value me alone with a latest model car.
I don't value me alone eating a value meal, or fine dining meal, whatsoever.
I value us sharing the meal.
I value you, and I hope you still value me. Don't put me in the clearance section. I don't expect you to value me as gold, or petrol. But, find the middle line. See, I am not crossing the line, and I still don't bother you via phone or email. Maybe still I don't know what to do, but I am coming to you...