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.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Le Analytics

Le amor, La amor..I don't worry about who visits my crying blog, my wall of sadness. Though, I am a little bit confused at Google ads, displaying the ad call who l,o,v,e,s you. As I said before I don't put those 4 letters together anymore, and I don't like to see this type of cheesy ads on my blog, anyways.

Mi amor, my back hurts, I sit in the office all day, sometimes move upstairs and downstairs to see the production. Not much is happening. I take a look at your picture sometimes, and try to keep my faith.

Ohh, I was about to forget this.

Mi amor, after the night breakfast to begin fasting, I went to sleep for 2 hours, then go work, you know.
During this sleep, I lost you, another girl appeared in my dream. She was not even comparable to you, but a little bir mystic, natural girl. Supposedly, I am being drawn (not forced) to marry her. I am asking myself in the dream, what's happening, what happened to mi amor. It was a scary dream. I guess, it was a test for me. As if I can cheat on you. No way. Aaaaa mi amor, I have lots of stories to talk about, for hours, but I still don't know what I will do in your city, country, your motherland. I have no clue what sort of business I will be doing there. I am not happy here as well, but it has been only 1 month, and I am still considered as a person knows not much about the products we produce. So, I research, read, and learn. In the meantime, I look at the only picture I have left from you. And, look at the situation that in that picture you are looking at the camera behind the bars (of the building door). If I don't seek for irony beneath this picture, what else shall I do.
Mi amor,
I am waiting, I keep my patience, inshallah we will soon be together. Allah loves people who are patient. That's ok mi amor. Remember, I told you in the beginning find an occupation. Just occupy yourself in the meantime, we will grow up, and we will prove our youth love as an adult decision to live together from now on.
No gimmicks anymore, believe me. Cannot handle those songs anymore, fooling us. Our goal is the same. I will be waiting for you at the climax point of Himalayas. We will take a picture there together, without any bars.
Don't forget to bring chocolate bar, we will need energy to come down the mountains, together. Yes, together, what a nice word to pronounce. I think I will repeat this word to myself everytime I look at your picture. Together mi amor, together. My new spanish word is:
Puedo ir contigo? (Can I come with you?)
Di me mi amor,
Di me Si.
Si, senorita.
Si, senor.