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.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Picture of 24 June

Monday, June 22, 2009

Tell me if I didn't come?

Famous singer from Turkey: Barış Manço sings about what I feel right now.

Lyrics (Turkish):

Sıra sıra dağlardan erişilmez yaylalardan
Kuş uçmaz kervan geçmez bilinmez binbir yoldan
Gel dedinde gelmedim mi söyle gelmedim mi söyle gelmedim mi
Aman hele hele sultan zalım zalım sultan söyle söyle
Söyle gelmedim mi söyle gelmedim mi
Aman hele hele sultan zalım zalım sultan söyle

Gül yüzünden bal yanaktan sırma saçtan al dudaktan
Kumru gibi kaçan gözden ince belden al topuktan
Sev dedinde sevmedim mi söyle sevmedim mi söyle sevmedim mi
Aman hele hele sultan zalım zalım sultan söyle söyle
Söyle sevmedim mi söyle sevmedim mi
Aman hele hele sultan zalım zalım sultan söyle

Barış kul sana kurban yoktur derdime derman
Hançerini vur sineme çok naz ettin zalım sultan
Öl de gayri öleyim mi söyle öleyim mi söyle öleyim mi
Aman hele hele sultan zalım zalım sultan söyle söyle
Söyle öleyim mi söyle öleyim mi
Aman hele hele sultan zalım zalım sultan söyle

Monday, June 15, 2009

15th June 1993, Azerbaijan Independance Day - "Milli Qurtuluş Günü"

I promise to write in detail about the importance of this day, 15th June 1993, the independence day of Azerbaijan.

The Zahir will be our guest speaker.

I will be back for more information. For now, we keep crossing the fingers to end this story with happy marriage!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Short, T-Shirt, and Sandals in the office

It is getting pretty warm in Istanbul, and as I watch from the left side weather report, Baku is hot as well.

It is not a matter of time anymore.

It is all about making the right moves on time, that's it.

I had good stuff in mind as I was driving to work around midday. Now, all is gone. So, they were fake?

Everyday I cry out her name, and it feels like shoveling the big deep hole underground. I miss those old days, when I used to shovel and I find myself inside the hole at the height of myself. It was good times, because that was a perfect example of my escape from this earthy world. Those desires, greed, pleasure hunters, etc. What I had in mind was very simple and basic. What she has in mind is pretty close to what I got. What irritates me is this long-waited interaction.

I keep shoveling and I know when I will find water.

I do swallow my vitamins and I still feel lousy, just don't want to wake up.

Her present of beads are always kept under my pillow.

She is not here physically, yet she is right next to me.

Still awaiting for the eternal "breath in - breath out"

Monday, June 8, 2009

From two-digit numbers to one :)

I don't want to measure the time past anymore, because I am excited about the upcoming future.

Is it still one plus one equals two? Not anymore. I am one, and she is the only one, and we will be one, because it just doesn't make sense to say "two of us", since there is no "us". I am she, she is me. The most beautiful thing is that we finished counting down the two-digit numbers.

I don't mind pressing #9 para service en Espanol. Let the world speak French, I don't mind. I still pick up some words. I preserved my own language of love, and she speaks this very well. I guess we may need a translator to begin with, and then we can make two, three, four...Little fellas. Like those babies. It is not their cry when they are born. They will be actually yelling to me, because I am the scapegoat forever to postpone this one plus one bargain.

I am not looking at her like the water in the jar, yet I have a glass to fill. So, we need to be like a well. Eat well, communicate well, live well, and feed our well of love forever. I never see our well go drought, though it was not taken care for a while, still it was raining in Baku today, so the fertility rate should go up.

Our love doesn't rely on the price of oil.

Our future doesn't rely on the egos of surrenders.

Nice to meet you!

Could you please pass me the nepkin? I just have these last tear drops to clean, and then I will wear my sunglasses.

It is summer, and the day begins quite early.

We still have a little bit of time for lunch.

Don't we?


Don't U&I?


Don't U? Because, I do.

I already begin shouting "I do, I do"

Friday, June 5, 2009

Прохладно (It's cool)

During the friendly soccer match between Turkiye and Azerbaijan, I could not support any sides, only wish that the score will be a draw, no goals at all. I looked at each Azeri player as the Zahir. That was a strange feeling. The game was not entertaining at all. I wasn't watching the game, even. It was just like a mirror to her heart, or mind, somewhere around her neck, maybe just a quick hick-up. I would have baloons/balloons flying over the big stadium, crying out the letters carefully selected, or hand-picked from the garden of her name.

The load of work is in queue right now, and the most strange thing is happening right now, having no idea about the upcoming future. Sometimes, I feel like I am praising the highest mountain in the world. Telling all about her trees, flowers, bugs, sweets, and all the creatures and flora covering her. Beneath the ground, there are all kinds of gem. I am supposed to be a gem for her, and she discovered this quite a long time ago. For now, this gem is buried way down the beautiful flora covering all over the land. I am simply curious, how much further oxygen do I have in my nostrils that soon I will lie down and realize I am lost.

All I trying to do here is to shout out my existense, long awaited feelings with well-preserved aroma. My desire will never go stale, and it will evaporate if she doesn't put her lid on me. That's the whole story.

Days are counting down, and this is the only motivation growing within...and without?