MY DEAR TEACHER
A tiny bud... It is waiting under the ground to come alive and bloom with the spring rains. He can't wait to crack his shell and reveal the beauty he has. To be illuminated by the warm and sweet rays of the sun,
- A tiny bud... It is waiting under the ground to come alive and bloom with the spring rains. He can't wait to crack his shell and reveal the beauty he has. It wants to be illuminated by the warm and sweet rays of the sun, to sprout and mature. It wants to bloom and say hello to its surroundings, people and all living things in order to display the beauties engraved in its structure. He wants to greet those around him and show that he is alive, with the movement of the sweet breeze. And ultimately, it can't wait to mature and bear fruit, which is the main purpose of its creation, and to make other living things benefit from it.
- I am that bud, my teacher. You are the rain that will make me green, sprout and mature. I will revive and find life with the drops of love you will drop on me. You are the sun that will enlighten me, color me and make me beautiful. I will be enlightened and mature with the warm rays of love radiating from your beautiful face. You are the wind that will move me and lift me up. I will nourish and grow in your warm bosom and under your soft hand. Your sweet words and smiling face will be my life energy. This I will grow with energy, mature and try to be like you, resemble you and continue your path. With the enthusiasm I receive from you, I will strive to ensure that new buds sprout and bear fruit.
- I know very well what you went through and endured for me. It is in your hands that this tiny bud entrusted to you will bloom, grow, mature and bear fruit, and ultimately reach the purpose of its creation. I can sense that you are well aware of this too. Or would you neglect your own home, wife and child and try to help me mature? Would you let me eat when I was hungry? Would you take me into your warm arms and embrace me when I was cold? When I was sad, would you caress my face with your soft hands and cry with me with a mother's compassion? Maybe would you offer me the chocolate you kept to give to your child who is waiting for you longingly at home in the evening? Would you wake up at night and shed tears for me?
- Yes, teacher,
- You can show how valuable I am to you by neglecting your home, your spouse, even your own child, and by sacrificing yourself for me. I promise you, teacher. All the sacrifices you have made will not be in vain. This bud that grows in your hands, grows with your love, and gets wet with your tears will bloom and grow. Like you, he will cause many buds to come to life. You will be happy when you see that your efforts were not in vain, you will see the reward of all the sacrifices you have made in time, and you will be even happier when you see how much the Almighty Creator, who has given you such a sacred profession, loves you. I love you very much, I want to be like you, and I thank God Almighty for sending you as a teacher to me.
- My dear teacher.
- Hamit Okur