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, January 7, 2009


Just dreams?

Nothing else?

Well, put some salt and pepper, then refrigerate it for a while, and then stop. Think for a moment, and ask yourself?


Unfortunately, the doors to your dreams are not well-guarded.


Body-guard to keep the doors locked in your dreams.


Then, you are, well, homo-sexual.

It is a matter of choice..No disrespect. But, there should be a reason why God had created us with only two genders, male or female. Think objectively, though. And, make sure, this is absolutely NOT the topic of this post :-)

Ok, back to dreams!

She was there again. She passed by. Yes, Ms. Zair. Welcome back!

I don't know why, but somehow she was there.

I went back to the mirror, and didn't see her there anymore, as I used to...

Sometimes, I wish I would instantly stir the cup of tea and get lost in it.

Or, well, yeah, the cup of coffee. Get lost, and get back with the fortune-telling process.

Thanks Ms. Zair, or Mrs. Zair, I am not sure about that either, since I have not heard from her sister.

See you again, and I cannot promise a certain time, it just happens.

No need to knock on the door, I already locked it, somehow, but you always have a spare pair of keys.


I think, this was a little bit touchy literature.


Welcome to the land of Cafe.

Help yourself.

Love your beloved.