FAN

It was very hot.

He looked around.

He searched for something to cool down.

But found nothing.

The only thing there was his grandmother’s pendulum used for fortune-telling.

He took it in his hand.

He started to swing it, swinging and swinging.

He created a wave in the void.

Then he tried to spin it.

He turned it.

It sped up.

He turned it.

It sped up.

He had essentially created a fan.

Then he looked from afar at the fan he had created.

He tried to put his hand into it, but now something was in the void.

The wave had thickened and filled the space.

The swinging, spinning, spinning, swinging rope had created a substance.

It now existed.

He was stunned, amazed; over time, the power turning it decreased.

When the energy was gone, the tired mind stopped the action, paused, stopped turning it.

The waving slowed down, slowed down.

The rope surrendered to gravity and hung down.

The created substance gave way to the void.

The observing eye reached the truth.

The substance was condensed waves.

It came alive as it turned.

Then he understood:

Life is exactly like a fan, and people are mirrors of life…

Emine NALÇACI MAVİŞ