The Song of Stones in Mardin: A Dialogue with Time
Arriving in Mardin felt like stepping into an ancient and mysterious world, far removed from the hustle and bustle of modern cities. Here, tranquility reigns, with serene mountains, ancient stone houses, and traces of a distant past (though we won't delve into history). I was deeply captivated by the unique charm of this city, which felt like an old ballad softly singing the passage of time.
I stayed at a hotel perched on a hillside, and from my window, I could overlook the entire city of Mardin. The setting sun bathed the ancient stone houses in a golden hue, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. The distant mountains, undulating under the sunset's glow, appeared majestic and grand.
The next day, I began exploring this city known as the 'City of Stones.' Mardin's streets wind and twist, with stone houses built into the hills, layer upon layer, exuding a sense of mystery. I strolled along the cobblestone streets, soaking in the ancient and tranquil atmosphere. The locals were friendly and warm, and despite the language barrier, their welcoming smiles and gestures made me feel a strong sense of human connection. Children played and laughed in the streets, adding a touch of vitality to this ancient city.
In the city center, I found a small restaurant recommended by locals and savored authentic Kurdish cuisine. Fresh vegetables, fragrant grilled meats, and various dishes prepared with local specialties were incredibly delicious, leaving me thoroughly satisfied. The restaurant owner, a kind elderly woman, not only introduced each dish's unique features but also taught me how to cook with local spices, making me feel the warmth of home.
In the morning, I decided to visit the nearby Deyrulzafaran Monastery. The journey was filled with stunning scenery, with rolling hills embracing ancient villages, presenting picturesque pastoral views. Despite its age, the monastery was well-preserved and exuded a mysterious aura. I wandered through the monastery's courtyard, feeling the weight of history and the flow of time.
In the afternoon, I rented a car to explore nearby villages. The scenery along the way constantly changed, from dense olive groves to steep cliffs and tranquil villages. I marveled at the magnificent landscapes surrounding Mardin, feeling the awe-inspiring power of nature. On a scenic hillside, I stopped to rest, gazing at the entire city of Mardin and the distant undulating mountains, a view so grand it left me in awe.
At dusk, I returned to Mardin, admiring the setting sun as it cast a golden glow on the ancient stone houses, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. I sat in a café, sipping Turkish coffee, watching the sunset, and soaking in the tranquility and peace.
In the evening, I strolled through Mardin's streets, feeling the city's calm and serenity. The night was illuminated, yet devoid of urban noise, making it exceptionally comfortable. I sat in a teahouse, savoring Turkish tea, gazing at the stars, and feeling the peace and comfort.
On my last day in Mardin, I visited the local market to experience the daily life of the locals. The market was bustling with people, and various goods were on display, exuding a strong sense of life. I interacted with the locals, feeling their warmth and friendliness. I bought some local specialties, such as handmade carpets, ceramics, and local snacks, as souvenirs of my journey.
Leaving Mardin, my heart was filled with emotion. This ancient and mysterious city offered me not only beautiful scenery but also the simple folk customs and unique culture of the locals. The tranquility and peace of Mardin, its ancient stone houses, and the hospitality of its people will remain unforgettable memories. Mardin, a place that far exceeded my expectations, a place worth visiting again. This journey was not just sightseeing but a spiritual cleansing, allowing me to experience the unique charm of southeastern Turkey and the harmony between humans and nature. The song of stones in Mardin will forever remain in my heart.