Hürü EME-1 Ahmet Büyüksoy column

Ahmet Buuksay

Today, I will tell you about Hürü Eme, whose nickname is Gang, when my tongue will move. She was born and raised in the village of Topchu, became a bride in the same village and died where she was born. Their children were Murat, Medicid and Hockey Ahmed.
Their sons were not called by their father’s name, but by the nickname Hürü Eme as the children of the gang.
Free breastfeeding; The children who cried when passing by would be silent when they saw him coming. In fact, at night when their mothers would try to get their babies to sleep on the cradle, they would say, “Oh shut up, the gang is coming instead.”
H আসাrü Eme do not come and go; It was almost like a children’s nightmare.
Although she was a woman, she would swear like a man without hesitation, from her landlord to her tormentor, from her tormentor to her fool, from her clerk to her prime minister. He also had other qualities. He could not bear the injustice. He also beat big people.
We learned that in the spring of 1964, Prime Minister Suleiman the Magnificent was walking down a paved road below the village of Topchu to our mediation district.
The villagers spread carpets along the road to welcome the Prime Minister, brought 6 sacrificial sheep, made irons, collected bunches of wild flowers. They found Meral Unal, a nurse in Ankara, to present wild flowers. My primary school teacher, Fahri, gave me the job of carrying a banner in Marashe.
The banner reads ‘We want water, water, water’. Wrote.
At that time, the village of Topchu, which met most of the demand for vegetables and fruits in Yogyakarta, did not have irrigation channels, drinking water and sewerage.
There was a great shortage of water. People would stand in line to irrigate their gardens and irrigate within hours. There were even occasional fights over water.
It was also my father’s responsibility to give Nurlu Demirel a carpet and prayer mat on the way home on Friday so that he could pray comfortably.
Of course, since there was no gift package like today, it was made on a cement bag of paper and handwritten as a gift from Imam Hatib-i Adil Buuksoy of Topchu village.
At that time almost the whole village including my father was Justice Party, Demirelsi. Several villages came together and the flag was hoisted. People are waiting for the Prime Minister.
The people of the village had to wait for hours as the Prime Minister’s program was disrupted. Finally, around 15.00, the convoy appeared. The guards got out of the car and followed the Prime Minister. That’s when I first saw Demirel
His famous Fedora hat was in his hand and his wife Nazmiye Haneem was by his side. As soon as we got out of the car, Huru Im unexpectedly approached the Prime Minister and said, ‘Why have you kept so many people waiting under the sun for so many hours?’ Said Chief Abrat. The guards surrounded him.
They gossiped about the woman, but Demirel’s stomach burst into laughter and he shouted at the guards, “Go, let go, let go!” Says
They bring Bizim Sitte to the PM and when he asks his name, he curses again. “Nazmiye, Nazmiye, do you have anything?” He said laughing again! Nazmi hugs the honeymoon gang and they hang out.
We love you so much, who asked if there was anyone here?
He said, ‘I will take you to the palace in Ankara.
When Huru Im Nazmiye Haneem saw the compliment he showed her, he cursed her once. Demirel did not cut and donate ready sacrifices for her before. I remember drinking two glasses of buttermilk.
He asked the villagers, are you lost?
They brought me in, I kissed his hand, and he saw that I was carrying the banner. He made a note in his personal pen. He straightened up and looked at the village again.
That day our village had a primary school and a mosque covered with tiles. All houses are made of clay.
Demirel says: “Who is the mayor?”
He said, “My sir, my name is Amsetin Varol” and asked for drinking water and a secondary school.
He said, make these roofs first. It was a beautiful hangout, love. He left. A year later, they included drinking water in the program. There were no ladders and construction equipment like today.
From spring to autumn, earthworks and water works set up camp in our village. They dug for water with a pickaxe shovel. Insurance was introduced for hundreds of workers, and years later, everyone retired thanks to it.
Drinking water was found, water was removed, but winter came, but the work to be done was not yet finished. In the spring, thousands of tons of cement bags stored in warehouses were taken to Pasako. Winter is gone, and they are frozen and thrown away. I say we will continue this matter tomorrow.

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Added on Thursday, June 16, 2022 and read 35 times

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