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This story mentions the terrible attacks of bloody terrorist organization Al-Qaeda in London subway on July 7, 2005 and the sad life story of that beautiful Wind-Haired Girl who was somehow included in these attacks. 

That good hearted and role model human being Charlie Chaplin calls out those bloody brutes, cruel dictators, hypocrite politicians who feed of war, like to spill blood and who are prisoners of their evil desires and the desperate soldiers who reluctantly take part in their doomsday scenarios as follows: 

“To those have the opportunity to hear me: Do not feel hopeless! The trouble upon you is a result of a wild attitude and the pain suffered by those who are afraid of the development of humanity. The grudge of the humanity and the dictators will be gone. The government that they took from the people with force will belong to people once again. And as long as the people know how to die, freedom will not cease to exist.  

Soldiers, do not devote yourselves to these wild people... They despise you; they see you as slaves and play with your lives. They attempt to govern your behavior, thoughts and emotions. They condition you like training animals, starve you and put you on the line. Do not submit yourself to these people against the nature... Do not fall for those emotionless, mechanized, machine-like people! You are not animals! You have love for humanity in your hearts!  

Do not succumb to hate. Only the people who are not loved hate someone else. Those who are not loved and who are abnormal... Soldiers, do not fight for slavery. Fight for freedom!” 

When those dark powers, which try every means sometimes for their imperialist and exploitative policies and to protect their endless benefits, provoke the people against each other, create various wars among the countries and drag the world to its disasters, are desperate or want to take a new play on stage, they never relent from putting several radical Islamic groups such as Taleban, Al-Qaeda,  Counter-guerilla, Abu Nidal Organization, Abu Sayyaf, Al-Nusra Front, Boko Haram, Hizbut-Tahrir, Islamic Jihad, Tevhid-Selam, Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant and support them behind the curtains. Those global powers or players, which are never shy about hosting Taleban that they now see as a terrorist organization in White House and join forces with them for action if it is good for their benefits, may suddenly take the previously-cooperated organizations without any shame in terrorist organizations list.  

Those global powers, which gift all the nations of the world with a lot of blood and tears by means of sometimes invading Afghanistan, Vietnam, Iraq or by stirring a civil war in Syria, Libya, Yemen or organizing the military coups in countries like Egypt or turning deaf on the massacres of Israel and sometimes playing double-sided, causing millions of people losing their lives or being disabled, seem to be the defenders of democracy without any shame and intend to be the ambassadors of peace. 

And politic-weary Veysel Baba who thought deeply and worked hard on these in the past, wants to call out the youth of the world in a matter of speaking this time and wants to warn them just like that good-hearted Charlie Chaplin against the mass massacres, mass deaths and genocides occurring all around the world over the past years and against the dark scenarios and in an inequity. And our politic-weary Veysel Baba calls out all the young people of the world in this message: 

“To the young people who has the change to read about me and understand me to an extent: Do not submit to the easy attitudes and approaches named pessimism, hopelessness and defeat. Always keep pessimism and hopelessness away from yourselves. And deliberately face those problems. Be determined, make efforts, work hard and have a determined attitude for the objective you set. Be patient and let some things slide. For patience is the key to salvation.  

While marching with determination towards the objective we set, never go for the benefit scenarios of some dark powers or global players that may come before you and do not be an instrument of their dirty politics. Do not be another brick in the construction of their giant towers that seem unreachable. Do not let them see and use you as a benefit instrument, a trampoline or a ladder step.  

Young people, never forsake your dreams, visions and hopes. Always be together with good hearted, loving people and share you beautiful dreams with them. And do not stand together with malicious people succumbed to some evil desires and demands. And never share in the same cause or fate with those people. For they already succumbed to the evil desires and demands at the beginning. Because they dragged the entire world to disaster and turned our beautiful world into a hell for their endless desires. 

Young people, thanks to your fight; those huge wealth, goods, commodities, mansions, palaces, villas, yachts, planes, helicopters, limos, lands, farms and plots of them that were taken from the people with cheating and schemes will be obtained by the people again. And as long as good-hearted people know how to think, dream, hope, fight and fight for their rights, the victory will be with those good-hearted, loving people. In other words, they will come to life in your hopeful imagination. 

Young people, do not commit yourself to the leech-type people feeding from that darkness. Because they do not value you and see you as an ordinary creature, adding to their huge wealth through you. They affect, govern and conquer you from within thanks to the flashing devices and enchanting technology. And this way, they form a new society structure or lifestyle that is bound to technology. And thanks to such technology, they close to doors of thinking, generating ideas, reading and writing, loving and falling in love, expressing emotions, coming together with people and nature from the start. They simply say, “Do not think, do not generate ideas, and do not wear yourself down for nothing. Do not ever get up from that computer or TV and go out and do not tour around the beautiful parks and fall in love. Do not waste your time in these coffee shops, entertainment venues or cinema halls. Whatever you want, we will bring it to you. Be a good consumer and only go out to shop and spend money. Because you are a consumer and that's why you exist,” and want to make us a meta without emotions.  

And those who set those dirty scenarios in motion set other inconceivable games or tricks when they are stuck; create some religious, radical and extremist groups and put them forth. Because this is a war of interest and sharing and also a global play. And every way is possible in this merciless battle of interests and dark scenarios that cannot be conceived by anyone should be set into motion for this. For instance, the seeds of hate and hostility should be planted among the nations and a war environment should be created among the countries. Therefore, those countries must be sold a lot of weapons. For instance, the economy of these countries should be destroyed from inside and made dependent. For instance, civil war should be provoked in this countries, preventing it from standing tall. For instance, the religion and sect wars should be fueled further and the convergence between the religions or sects should be prevented. For instance, some radical religious groups should be created and the biggest strike to Islam, that religion of peace, should be made. And all the nations of the world singing the same song in unison or dreaming the same dreams should be absolutely prevented according to those malicious and benefit-oriented people.  

Dear young people, the future as a whole will become meaningful and rise in your hands and while walking this path of suffering and sorrow with determination, take all the grudge, jealousy and all types of bad thoughts out of your minds for a hopeful future and replace them with love, respect, peace, fellowship and friendship. Because happiness in essence comes with love. For the love ends the pain, heals the troubles and the entire humanity can find the endless peace that it seeks thanks to love. Love and respect. Veysel Baba of Dersim.” 

Veysel Baba, who saw the events as an old politician and who did not want the Islam to be damaged with the terrorist attacks made by some radical Islamic groups and could not stand watching innocent people lose their lives during this war of sharing based on benefits, immediately picked up the pen and paper and started to write. The man should definitely reject such a planned, organized play or a terrorist attack being set into motion. And he had to do anything he could about this. Because this was a duty of humanity and there were rumors, signs and clues that a terrorist organization named Al-Qaeda might make a terrorist attack in London.  

Veysel Baba started to make some calculations in line with the objective that he set for himself. He started to make deep-thinking on some calculation techniques such as ebced, cifir, huruf'fiyye, huruf-u mukatta, batıniyye, numerology and even 99 names of Allah stated in Qur’an. And among those calculation techniques, he mostly worked on 99 names of Allah from Qur’an, the sacred book of Islam. Because according to his calculations, for instance, the date of the attacks on the Twin Towers in Europe yielded 99 as a calculation (9*11: 99). And upon reaching that famous number 99 after he added the date of the terrorist attack in Spain capital Madrid, the man thought that it was necessary to consider this number further. For these radical and religious organizations were acting on behalf of Islam and various sacred signs in Qur’an should have been very important for them. And they should have thought that they would have gone to heaven since they acted upon those sacred things.   

The following are said in Qur’an, the holy book of Islam, regarding 99 names of Allah.  

“Allah has 99 names. Therefore, pray to him with these beautiful names and avoid those who deviate towards wrong regarding his names.” (A’af, 7/180; Ta-ha, 20/8; Haşr, 59/24) 

“Allah has 99 names. Those memorizing them shall go to heaven.” (Buhari, Deavat, 68,VII,169) 

“Allah has 99 names. Those counting those names shall go to heaven.” (Muslim, zikr, 6.III,2062) 

Having done many research on religious topics and attended many religious discussions in these periods, our old, politic-weary Veysel Baba found the following hadith in the valuable hadith book Buhari very valuable:” Allah has 99 names. Those memorizing them shall go to heaven.” And he immediately started to make calculations that took the number 99 as basis. After a lot of work, he specified some dates regarding the highly possible terrorist attack to be made in London. And he wrote this in the smallest detail and sent to the related units. Since he was a human, an individual living in this city with responsibilities as a human and individual, there was no point in stopping and waiting. Because that was what it meant to be a good person and citizen.  

While our politic-weary Veysel Baba was stuck in his house, thinking of all these and making calculations, our fairy-tale princes Wind-Haired Girl had already completed her education and made applications to several places for work. And still under the protection of Wind Keeper Eolo, that beautiful Wind-Haired Girl was still waiting for the results of the job interviews made with great haste. Days followed days and this upset and stressed her. Because like the others, she wanted to stand on her own feet. She wanted to go into the business life like all other people. And therefore, to build her own future with her own hands. For she had beautiful dreams regarding the future in front of her and she created a heavenly world in her dreams just like those fairy tales.  

And the good news that good hearted Wind-Haired Girl, who created a fairy tale heaven for herself with endless dreams and visions, finally came. When it was conveyed to her on a July morning via phone that her application was accepted, it was worth to see the joy of that beautiful Wind-Haired Girl. She would stand on her feet down and set her own path like the others. The house, which had been sorrowful for a long time, exploded with happiness and joy with that good news. And that night, they made a celebration party in the house of Wind-Haired Girl. Who else were there to show up in the celebration that was like a farewell party? All classmates, friends on the block; pals, mates, neighbors and our Eolo, Boreas and Alkyone were there in that celebration party. Children, young, elders... Everyone was there. Songs were played and sung, people danced, games were played, food were eaten and drinks were drunk; jokes were made with joy, laughers all around. And that night, Kinder House and the apartment no. 8 experienced the best of happiness. However, nobody could know that it was actually a farewell party.  

All the guests gathering in the house of Wind-Haired Girl had their fun and left for their homes around midnight. Feeling very tired after hosting her guests, Wind-Haired Girl excused herself and slept immediately. Eyes weary, she thought of the following day and that job interview. And she fell asleep. Despite being tired, she woke up early again in the next morning. Probably due to the excitement of the first business day, she wore her best clothes, put her best make-up and combed her magical yellow hair, tying it with one of the golden buckles. The mother and her beloved daughter had a great breakfast. And the mother saw her beloved princess of after kissing her at the door. 

Wind-Haired Girl got in the train from Old Street Underground Station around 8.40. It was very crowded and there was nowhere to sit. Wind-Haired Girl did not get in the train before at that time of the day and she thought she quickly needed to get used to this traffic and crowd of humans. Because she was a business woman now and had to experience that dense traffic and atmosphere. And in that rush, she had to stand tall on her own feet like the others. In this tough life, she would meet many obstacles just like the others. However, she had to move on with determination on this path of suffering without dread or defeat and it should be so. Because she was the Wind-Haired Girl. And she was equipped with secrets and mysteries by Boreas, our God of Northern Winds. And after a few months, on the first day of the New Year, she would continue living another life after being declared the Goddess of Southern Winds by Boreas. While Wind-Haired Girl thought all these and dreamed in the train running meters underground, a deafening, terrifying explosion was heard. Everything started and ended momentarily. Other attacks and explosions followed this terrible London-centered attack. London city center experienced such a horrible and simultaneous terrorist attack for the first time.  Because there was both location and time notification in the previous attacks. Therefore, the casualties were not too many. But those attacks were both merciless and horrible. Since most of the attacks occurred in the trains underground, the traffic over ground flowed without any problems. But as soon as the incident was heard and as the police cars, ambulances, first aid units and fire extinguishing vehicles came in, the traffic in the center of London started to jam.  

When these terrorist attacks, especially targeting the London subway and connected to Al-Qaeda, became news for the first time, that good hearted mother of the Wind-Haired Girl was busy with cleaning from yesterday. Everywhere was a mess in the house after the celebration party last night. But it was OK, it was worth to take everything for her beloved daughter and her happiness. Because her beautiful girl was her reason of existence and life. Good-hearted mother was both dealing with the cleaning of the house and hearing the mentions from the TV kept open about important places such as Aldgate, Adgware Road, Liverpool Street and sometimes King's Cross Underground Station. The news that the TV channels tried to cover excitedly finally attracted the mother's attention. The woman got excited over what was going on, gave a break to cleaning, sat in front of the computer and started to focus on the news.  

The news on TV reported a series of terrorist attacks in central London. The coverage of the news and mention of a possible terrorist attack agitated and scared the mother.  And she thought of her beloved daughter. Fearful and concerning thoughts engulfed her. Her heart came to a halt and she started to breathe heavily. She started to ask herself some questions with a worried tone. And she reached to the phone standing on the table with that panic. With trembling hands, she dialed her daughter's number. She dialed again and again after getting no response. But she could not reach her, her beloved daughter, reason of her existence did not pick up. After her persisting calls were not responded, she desperately throw herself on an armchair. And at that moment, the time felt like stopped for her.  

One of the terrorist attacks targeting some subways at the center of London was made in King’s Cross Underground Station. The first person coming to the scene of attack was a security officer working in the same train station. When the man got the train compartment where the attack was made, she noticed a young girl laying face-down near the door entrance. When he checked her with the hope that she was alive, he noticed that the young lady had passed away. The entire compartment was a scene of bloodbath due to the violent explosion. All doors, windows and seats were completely broken. There were many deceased people on the ground. Wounded people, people waiting for help to come, scared people, and people still shocked by that terrible event. That terrible thing called terror showed its cruel face in the center of London. And it set the evil plan in motion.  

Thanks to the security officials reaching the scene in a short time, the mess and chaos was controlled to an extent. While heavily wounded were being carried with stretchers, the others with light wounds were treated on foot. And a phone ringing was heard at that moment. The first security officer reaching the scene went to the place of the sound and noticed that it came from the bag that the young woman held tightly whom he just checked. The man knew his mission and that he was not supposed to touch at bag. With the persistent ringing of the phone, the man could not stand it anymore, took the phone out of the bag and answered it. As he found out that the caller was the mother of that young lady who was just lying there, deceased because of the terrorist attack, the security officer got in a quandary, failing to know what to say to the mother. The security official who could resist the crying tone of the mother's voice and her persistent questions, the security officer had to tell her the truth. After a deep silence, time almost stopped for the mother.  

As the security officer hanged up and got back to work, a very strange thing happened and a colorful mist covered the train compartment. And after the mist with a weird color disappeared after a few minutes and everything went back to normal, the girl laying near the door was not there anymore. When the man went back to put the phone back to her bag, he noticed that the young girl was not there anymore and said to himself with great confusion: “Oh my God! So what happened to that girl lying there? How could she disappear? How can that young girl disappear in a few minutes? Or did I dream? What was that mist with the weird color? Where did that weird wind come from? How could a place meters underground have such wind? What will I say to my superiors about what I saw? I have a phone belonging to the young lady. What can I say and tell the people about the existence and sudden disappearance of that young lady? Nobody will believe me if I even told them and they may accuse me of daydreaming. For there is only a phone belonging to the young lady. It is best to keep quiet for a while and keep what I saw for myself, he muttered and fell into a silence. 

END OF CHAPTER

07/07/2016 Veysel  Baba - Kinder House, London

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(Boreas: The greek god of the North Wind who lived in Thrace. He is depicted as being winged, extremely strong, bearded and normally clad in a short pleated tunic. He is the son of Eas and Astraeus, and the brother of Zephyrus, Eurus and Notus. Boreas has two sons, two daughters and twelve mares  which can race over the ground without destroying the grain. When the Persian navy of Xerxes threatened the city of Athens, the Athenians begged his assistance. The Great Wind of the Wintery North blew his anger at the persians and 400 Persian ships sank immediately. Amon other violet acts he abducted Oreithyia, the daughter of the king of Athens, when she was palying on the banks of the Illissus. In latin, he is called Aquilo.)

Boreas, the son of Dawn Goddess Eas and Titan God Astrarus, is the God of Northern Winds. Boreas struggles to control and guide the famous northern winds under his command as usual. He wants to seek the advice of Wind Goddess Alkyone to end this. After their meeting, Boreas immediately summons Wind Keeper Eolo. And he commands: 

“Wind Keeper Eolo, under my command! You know very well that I cannot control the northern winds as before. And I cannot guide the winds under my command as I want. And my lively life winds cannot reach all parts of the world with the same speed. That Storm God Thyphon took advantage of that, multiplying his power and destroying everything below. Along with these, the nature of the balance is broken further due to the endless desire of the people burning with the ambition on money. By spewing death with their cars that they made in the factories that they founded, they dragged the world to a disaster, they caused global warming, caused climate change and created a hellish world. 

Wind Keeper Eolo, under my command! Go search the world inch by inch and find a baby girl to empower me and help me by controlling the southern winds. Find the baby girl with golden hair that shines even in the darkest nights, find me a princess. When you find that lucky princess whose beautiful yellow hair floats in every wind, rub that magic potion that I will give you on her golden hair. And her beautiful hair would get longer and stronger in every wind. In this way, her magical hair will be scattered all around the world and be a lifeguard to those who are caught in the storms brewed by that cruel Thyphon. 

Eolo, the keeper of the wild winds! Eolo, my dear friend! Now go and find that baby girl with these features; find that lucky princess and the new goddess of the summer winds. When you find her, rub that magic potion that on her beautiful, golden hair. Come let us know after all these deeds are done.” 

Taking these orders from Boreas, our God of Northern Winds and Wind Goddess Alkyone, Wind Goddess Alkyone immediately goes down and starts to look for that girl with the golden hair, told by Boreas, all around the world.  Roaming the entire world inch by inch, day and night without resting, despite coming across thousands of girls with golden hair, Eolo fails to find that lucky princess that Boreas described. Good hearted Eolo, who searched for that beautiful baby girl for weeks and months, is very tired now. And he is about to lose hope. Able to go everywhere easily since he had some sort of invisibility cloak, Eolo wants to rest in a park that attracts his attention below while traveling above London, goes down in that park in his invisibility cloak and starts to rest on a bench. 

Park is both beautiful and full of people. There were people doing sports, sunbathing, walking their dogs and kids playing in the playground and people chatting among themselves.  That colorfulness and liveliness of the park made our good hearted Eolo very happy. Resting for a while in this mysterious park, Eolo gets excited when he hears two woman talking about a baby girl just born.  For this baby girl that was just born, according to what one of the women says, has a golden hair that shines even in the dark. And when the other woman wonders about this and wants to see that baby girl and two women decide to go to that home, our keeper Eolo follows them secretly. 

When the women knock the door, enter the house and start to chat with the mother, Eolo takes advantage of that and enters the bedroom where that newborn girl sleeps. Wind keeper Eolo gets really excited when he sees that beautiful baby girl sleeping in the crib in that room and her golden hair and says to himself, “This has to be the golden haired girl, the Goddess of Southern Winds that Boreas, our God of Northern Winds, is looking for. Look how her yellow hair shines like gold. That must be the golden haired girl that I've been searching for.  There are almost no places that I have not gone in the world. I have seen many girls with yellow hair but this is the first time I've seen a baby girl with such golden hair. If that amazingly beautiful child that is sleeping like a princess enchants me like this, she will certainly enchant Boreas, our God of Northern Winds.” and he makes a decision at that moment, rubbing the magical potion that Boreas gave him on the hair of that beautiful, sleeping child and leaving the place immediately. 

Thinking that he has fulfilled that sacred duty given to him as well as possible, Eolo ascends to the great place of Boreas, the God of Northern Winds to immediately inform him about this.  Boreas and Wind Goddess Alkyone were expecting him there impatiently. Wind Keeper Eolo tells everything in detail. Receiving such good news, Boreas and Alkyone feel very happy. After such pleasing news, Boreas thinks that he has become stronger against that cruel Storm God Thyphon. For that newborn baby girl will empower his weakened power. And along with the northern winds under his command, there will be the southern winds that are managed and controlled by that newborn girl. 

Wind Keeper Eolo praises the beautiful or the newborn baby girl so much that our Boreas and Alkyone wants to see that lucky baby girl immediately. And that good hearted Wind Goddess Alkyone is the most curious one, happy to have a friend for herself. Boreas and Alkyone set off for the road after taking a golden comb, a golden scissors, a mirror with golden frames, a pair of golden hair buckles, a pair of golden earrings and a golden necklace that she will govern the southern winds as birth gifts. Wind Keeper Eolo leading and Boreas and Alkyone behind, they cover some distance. Taking a tour above the big city and arriving over the park named Shoreditch Park, Eolo immediately describes their destination building. 

There are two options before them when they arrived at the building named Kinder House. They would either enter the house without being seen and secretly present those beautiful gifts to the baby girl or take shape of humans and visit the house and the mother and present the gifts to the beautiful baby girl. After talking among themselves for a while, they take the shape of humans and knock the door of that house number eight on behalf of a child magazine. The mother opens the door and is surprised to see three people that she's never seen before. Boreas comes in at that moment of surprise and says, “Ma'am, I would like to say that we are visiting you on behalf of a child magazine that we publish. And we apologize on behalf of our magazine that we came without informing you first. We heard that you gave birth to a most beautiful child. And they say that her yellow hair shines like gold even at night. If you allow us, we would like to see your girl and take a few pictures and present these beautiful gifts that we brought.” Upon these explanations, the mother welcomes them to the house. 

Chatting with the mother of the house not to spook her further and to appease her, these mysterious individuals take the woman's permission and go into the room of the Wind-Haired Girl sleeping in the next room. Indeed, a fairy tale princess sleeps in that crib adorned with colorful toys. Both Boreas and Alkyone are very happy at that moment; they congratulate the mother to bear such a beautiful, dream-like baby girl and leave the house. Alkyone touches that fairy tale princess sleeping there and her golden hair with their soft hair and caresses it. Alkyone empowers her hair further, deeming them immortal.  

Having presented the beautiful gifts to the mother, Boreas bows down and whispers things to the ear of that lucky princes. There are some signs and encoded messages in those mysterious words of Boreas regarding that that beautiful princess is not the Goddess of the Southern Winds. Everything is in place now and that baby girl sleeping in the crib is declared the new Queen, Goddess of the Southern Winds. And when that baby girl is eighteen, the entire control of those summer winds will be given to him. Meanwhile, her magical hair will strengthen and grow every day, scatter to the winds and become the savior of the people in need of aid. Boreas assigns Wind Keeper Eolo to protect that baby girl from several dangers that may occur until she is eighteen.  For she is a Goddess now and it is necessary to protect her from the traps and games of cruel Storm God Thyphon.  

The intended message has been given and that sacred duty has been completed. Boreas and Alkyone make our loyal Wind Keeper Eolo invisible again, leave him in the house and leave the place. Boreas is happy to find himself a new helper, just as Alkyone is happy to find a new friend. The mother was both surprised and happy upon seeing these beautiful gifts given to her. She could not make sense that the people, who said that they came from a magazine, gave such significant and valuable gifts to her daughter. Did those people came to visit on behalf of a magazine and was there a secret, a mystery? Everything seemed like a bigger unknown and series of questions with tat unexpected visit. And the mother did not possess the knowledge and information to answer that.  

Wind-Haired Girl, who would live until she grows up to be a free girl and stands by herself under the protection of our loyal Eolo, would continue to live as the Goddess of the Southern Winds. And after that day, those hearing the epic beauty of the Wind-Haired Girl and wondering her yellow, golden hair started to knock door no. 8 of Kinder House one by one. The door that has not been knocked in the past is now filled with people and a state of madness seems to engulf all the people. The entire house is filled with the beautiful gifts brought. And they say that every child is born with their own fate, luck and destiny. It was really like that and that beautiful child born in Kinder House at no. 8 was born with her own fate, luck and destiny.  

Good-hearted mother was loving and singing lullabies to her in a state of great happiness, while she was combing her beautiful hair with the golden comb given by Boreas and Alkyone. The first days and weeks were very good, busy, epic and exciting. The first bath, the first lullaby she sang to her, the first song, the first story, tale and the first time going out together in the dream-like days. The days followed days, months followed months, seasons followed seasons and our Wind-Haired Girl celebrated the first birthday most beautifully. Informing both Boreas and Alkyone on the first birthday of that beautiful Wind-Haired Girl, helped them to attend it as well. There were a lot of memories and happiness in the first birthday, many pictures were taken. And other birthday celebrations following this, our Wind-Haired Girl grew pretty fast. But on the other hand, her beautiful hair fed with the magical potion grew faster. And especially in the windy and stormy weather, her magical hair was growing more quickly.  

The mother could not make sense of it. As a last resort, she was sometimes clipping her daughter's beautiful hair with the golden scissors that Boreas gave her in the first visit and hid them somewhere. When her daughter started to go to the school, she tightly tied her beautiful hair with the golden buckles given by Boreas in order for the classmates and teachers in the school not to notice the weirdness, oddness of her hair. The secret of the hair of the Wind-Haired Girl was kept for years by her good hearted mother. The father did not know anything about this. Nobody knew or heard the secret, the mystery in the hair of Wind-Haired Girl. 

Sometimes the hair of Wind-Haired Girl grew a few meters in the stormy days and nights. The sound of the wind looked like giving energy, liveliness to the mysterious hair of the girl and that beautiful hair looked like floating and blending in the winds. At some nights, while our Wind-Haired Girl was sleeping in his own bedroom and dreaming colorful dreams, her yellow hair would come to life, extend outside from the gap in the window, blend in with the wind and scatter all over the world. And at these moments, the people trying to survive in the terrible storms brewed by cruel Thyphon were holding onto these hairs and surviving. Our Wind-Haired Girl did not know about none of these and even she did not know that mystery and power in her hair. For her magical hair reverted to its old state when she woke up in the morning. And she could not make sense why her hair grew so fast and at some nights, why her hair became dirty and wet and tangled.  

And the years went by. And our beautiful Wind-Haired Girl passed grades one by one as a hardworking students in order to reach his objectives. As a student with leadership capabilities, she was deemed as a person of distinction by other students in the school. Still under the protection of Wind Keeper Eolo, Wind-Haired Girl looked to have a magic, soul and endless energy blown to his all body, just like her hair. Her being so knowledgeable, energetic and full of love was surprising and attracting the attention of everyone around her. Her actions, behavior, respectful attitude, helpfulness, general attitude, type of eating, selectivity, meticulousness, classiness, clothing, being important about cleaning and simplicity, her hair tying style, that meaningful expression in her eyes, that smiling face, her walking, style of listening the lessons, easy-grasping style, ability of memorization, that authority over her speech, quickly enchanting the person next to her and making him admire her; equal approach to everyone and her success in many sports branches were giving clues to the people about how different she was and how variable her abilities were. 

In addition, the magical hair of the Wind-Haired Girl suddenly grew and scattered all around when a sudden storm broke during those sports activities outside the school or those buckles on her hair went loose. Those seeing the mystery of the hair that grow and shorten based on the intensity of the storm became perplexed. Some thought that they were dreaming at that moment, some said there was something wrong with that; some thought she supplied her hair and some speculated that her hair definitely had a secret or mystery. And our Wind-Haired Girl was tying her hair immediately and went back home not to show that mystery of hair to more people. 

There was a problem to be solved. Those golden combs, scissors, mirrors, earrings, buckles, necklaces and that hair that kept growing in some stormy days. On the other side, those weird-looking people who visited them and gifted them all with those objects. The mother and her dear daughter failed to find a solid answer for all these and kept waiting in an obscurity. And on a birthday, the mother bought a bicycle to her beloved daughter. Seeing the bicycle, Wind-Haired Girl threw herself out of the house in excitement. She immediately gave the news to her friends around the block and started a relentless race in mysterious Shoreditch Park. Veysel Baba was among those watching this relentless race. Confined in his house for a long time, Veysel Baba went out that day to have a walk and bumped into some girls with bicycles. They were in a terrific race at that moment and he stood transfixed as she saw that girl whose yellow hair floated in the air. The yellow-haired girl looked like a princess from tales who came here from a world of dreams. It looked like all the beautiful things found their way in this girl.  

While Veysel Baba was thinking about this, a sudden wind blew and beautiful hair of Wind-Haired Girl let loose again and scattered to all directions, blending in the winds. That yellow hair grew and grew and reached a few meters in a short period of time. Veysel Baba, who was sitting at the side of the park and watching the bicycle race of the girls excitedly, could not wrap his around why the yellow hair of the leading girl suddenly grew and became a few meters long. Thinking that he was dreaming like the others, he got back home. When the man came home, he immediately took off his famous hat and saw that a strand of yellow hair was attached to his hat. “That strand of hair must be a gift from that beautiful girl, that fairy-tale princess. Maybe this yellow hair is a message for me,” said Veysel Baba to himself and took that hair, putting it between the pages of one of his favorite tale books. For the best place to keep and hide a strand of yellow hair belonging to that girl as beautiful as the princesses in the tales should be one of those fairy tale books and so it was.  

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15/06/2016 Veysel  Baba - Kinder House, London

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 They say; that poem full of love was entrusted with a poem, the letter full of tears to a lover, a song full of love to a composer, a painting full of happiness to a painter, the life full of sorrow to a person who knows, a future full of hope to a child, tomorrows full of dreams to unknown, those mysterious stories to an author and that bag, full of money, was entrusted to our Veysel Baba.  

Veysel Baba barely got home after taking the bag full of money from the guy he bumped into on the morning in Shoreditch Park. The bag was full of money and was entrusted to him. It was a dangerous situation all around and it seemed like its consequences would be a pain for him. While passing through the Shoreditch Park that he loved at night, he came across that man, lying there, wounded. And he found himself in a very dangerous job while wanting to help him. Yet, he wanted to pass through that beautiful road of dreams that he named himself as he always did and wanted to get to his own house with dreams in his mind. Because he loved to dream on that road and was having his best dreams on that road. However, a wounded man his cancer patient wife and the dirty money entrusted to him welcomed themselves in his beautiful dreams. 

Despite everything, Veysel Baba decided to protect that money entrust to him. There was a wounded man and his cancer patient wife at one side and drug mafia, cops, laws and rules, being involved in an offense and a dirty money entrusted to him at the other. What was the right thing to do in such an occasion? What did he have to do reach the real truth and right thing to do? In such occasions, what was good, evil, good deed, sin, beauty, ugliness and right and wrong? And who decided what was right or wrong, upon what terms or data? 

Having come to the house with a bag full of money that night, he thought about all these in the bed that he laid down and tried to find a way out for himself. His tired body could not handle more serious problems after that age anymore. And he was looking for an environment in which he could live in peace. While he was about to make decision, a man that he did not know entrusted him with a bag full of money in the middle of the park at the middle of the night. They say that every cloud has a silver lining, a secret and something unknown. And nobody can know what would happen the next day and how it would happen. The person meets what is written on his fate. And maybe there is a good thing and mysterious sign about the money entrusted to him. 

Getting up from the bed with these thoughts, he immediately started to open the full bag. Having opened the bag after a brief effort, the man got very excited to see the rolls of money. Motionless, staring at the money in the bag for a while, the man started to count that money after shrugging away the perplexity. There was exactly five million pounds in that bag, all new. Our Veysel Baba, who had never seen that amount of money in his life, got excited and felt dreadful about the magnitude of the job. The evil attraction and appeal of the money that almost invited a person to sin was then reflected in the entire body of Veysel Baba, who was weary of life. Was there anything that politic-weary man who had thrown himself into unknown in this war of existence as he set aside his socialist identity could not do; were there any pleasures that he could not discover?  

That tired man who suddenly found himself in a wave of dreams got back to the real life quickly when he realized that it was just a dream and this money was entrusted to him by a man whom he did not know. The man immediately closed the bag not to see that money entrusted to him. And he took the bag and hid it somewhere. Later, he opened the TV to obtain some information about the real owners of the bag or the money inside it. He checked the news stations. Failing to obtain the information he wanted, he went to the closest newspaper shop. He took all the newspapers providing news-based information and got back home. The incident was not completely covered in the newspapers since it happened so late at night. Only a few newspapers mentioned a conflict in the previous night. They reported that all the members of the drug mafia that also included wounded people were caught by the police and taken into custody.  

Failing to obtain as much information as he wanted, Veysel Baba decided that waiting and leaving things to sort themselves out would be a better option. Because the incident was very recent and the region where the incident occurred should still be under the supervision of the police. A mistake under these circumstances could not be made up. At that moment, our Veysel Baba felt that he fell at the center of a dangerous circle and decided to continue his normal life not to attract further attention. However, he made a promise to the man who entrusted him with the money. And due to this promise, it was necessary to deliver that 50.000€ to the cancer patient of that man; but how? For that house should be under the supervision of the police and the police should be following those coming and going to that house.  

After separating 250.000€ from the money entrusted to him, he put the rest of the money to a bag and protected it and buried to a place in Shoreditch Park. Thinking that the dirty money entrusted to him was now in a safe place, Veysel Baba shrugged off that fear and concern a little. For those taken into custody could talk any moment. And the man who entrusted him with the money could give information about his description. And because of that, his current house could be raided by the cops. And in this raid, the money entrusted to him may be seized. In order to prevent that, the man buried that entrusted money to his beloved Shoreditch Park. And he started to make plans to reach that family.  

On one side, there was a father taken into custody by the police, a desperate man and on the other side, a mother left with her two beautiful daughters, struggling with her cancer. And the suffering in that sorrowful house had to be multiplied after all these. And his father being convicted from a dishonorable crime must have increased the sorrow and tears in the house. Our weary fighter Veysel Baba, who came across such a sad and dramatic family tragedy for the first time, started to feel like the old days and was almost bursting with that feeling of helpfulness. And he made a lot of plans to reach that family. He thought of impersonating a mailman, then a pizza delivery guy, a florist, a mechanic or a distribution officer. However, these were both risky and very, very dangerous. He could not call that house from the phone. For it had to be wired for sure. 

Thinking all options with every details, Veysel Baba finally decided not to come face-to-face with the lady. Because when they came together in such occasion, that lady may share information regarding him and his looks with someone else. In order not to take that risk or chance, our Veysel Baba decided it would be more appropriate to contact that lady via a contact. And he immediately tried to find a way to learn the name of the hospital that she frequently went for checks. And after a few days of work, he found out the hospital where that cancer patient lady went for checks once a week. 

In light of that new information, the man wrote a detailed letter, put 100.000€ to a bag and went to the hospital. The man wanted to find a way to deliver the package full of money and the letter to the women in the crowded hospital. And he almost took another identity by changing his appearance. In this way, it was impossible for the lady to recognize him next time. When the man went to the hospital with that look and reached the part where cancer patients were treated, he experienced the biggest surprises of his life. For the young woman that he had met in the bus stop a few days ago was working in that department of the hospital. Noticing that she did not know him with that look, Veysel Baba found a way to introduce himself and told why he looked like that. And he took a promise from her to meet her in the restaurant across the hospital on lunch break.  

It was like a mysterious hand intervened and solved that thing that he deemed to be very dangerous. Veysel Baba told what happened to the young lady in the meeting at the restaurant and said that he needed her help. And when he said that he could give him 10.000€ for such an aid, the young woman said that she could not accept such a thing but she could definitely give that 100.000€ to the lady receiving treatment in the clinic, and our Veysel Baba burst into tears. And two good-hearted people gave a lesson of humanity to everyone on that day in that restaurant and blossomed the spiritual values that began to be extinct again.  

Veysel Baba was happier and more peaceful since he fulfilled his promise to the desperate man as good as he could do and delivered 100.000€ to that cancer patient woman. With that happiness, he wanted to take 50.000€ with him and rest for a while. At that moment, he thought of a loved and trusted operator friend. That old dog nicknamed Signor who still operated a night club in his old age could solve his problems and fulfill his demands. He may talk to his dear friend whom he did not see for a long time, remember the old days and obtain some information regarding the drug mafia, underground world and London night life. In addition, he could have a vacation in an appropriate place upon his advice and rest.  

Well-informed about these things and one of the few amongst the London nightlife, our friend nicknamed Signor was thrilled to see Veysel Baba. Those two friends who did not see each other for a long time talked a lot that night and recalled the old days. These two close friends once intended a South America trip and our Veysel Baba paid that dear friend 10.000€ in advance to organize that tour. However, due to some problems later, the Latin America tour was cancelled. Raised in those impregnable mountains, Veysel Baba wanted to see Machu Pichu, the Inca city that he always wondered. And if possible, he wanted so much to stay in that mysterious city for one night, fall asleep there and dream new dreams while looking at the stars in the sky just like his childhood. Were the stars in Machu Piccu similar to those in that small mountain village where spent his childhood? Would he be able to experience the happy and exciting moments that he had experienced while laying down in the soil roof of the house at those warm summer nights and looking at the stars, dreaming, on the unreachable peaks of Machu Piccu? But it did not happen, the Latin America tour was canceled due to some problems and his dreams on Machu Piccu came to nothing.  

Veysel Baba told his friend nicknamed Signor that he wanted to have a vacation outside London even for a few weeks in their last conversation. And he wanted him to help him. The man had a great circle and connections, relations regarding the entertainment sector. There was almost nothing or nobody that our friend nicknamed Signor, one of the leading actors of the London nightlife and in the entertainment sector for long years, did not know in this world.  The man was full of secrets because of these features and it was not easy to survive in such a risky, dangerous job that requires responsibility for years. And it was not that easy to survive in that world without any troubles.  

Seeing his dearest, long-lost friend before him, Signor was happy about that visit and wanted to pay the money that he took from him a few years ago back immediately. However, Veysel Baba did not accept that offer and he only wanted him to help him have a vacation outside London where he can rest for at least for a few weeks. That old dog nicknamed Signor who did not want to reject the offer of his dear friend, thought for a while and offered him: “Look, my dear friend. You know how I much I love and respect you. I made a promise to you and couldn't fulfill that promise due to a setback. Now, I want to fulfill my promise and pay my debt to you. You came at such a moment that everything will be better, just as you want. Because we will join a pre-planned program with a group of 25 people next week and will have a vacation in that planned place, at least for 2 weeks. You can join us if you want and I can host you.” 

Veysel Baba accepted that offer immediately and the parties came together in Hastings, a beautiful coast town, a week later. It was really a beautiful place and the most suitable location to rest. When the parties settled into their hotels, our Veysel Baba was leaving to make long walks to explore that coast town. This coastal town had a refreshing atmosphere and people were very warm. Walking alone by the sea, watching the wild waves, looking at the yachts, boats and giant ships and blending in with the good, fishing people was a very good feeling. Going out on his own at nights and making long walks along the coast and dreaming with the giant waves crashing to the shore day and night was another beautiful thing. It seemed like everything was in right place and the atmosphere was exactly how he wanted it to be.  

While Veysel Baba was touring alone and trying to make the best out of his days, his dear pal and his friends were sitting at the restaurant of the hotel and making a series of meetings. Not very bothered with that for the first few days, Veysel Baba felt bothered because of this in the next days and asked himself why he was not invited to those meetings. While he was sipping his drink in the bar of the hotel alone, his deal pal his other friends were sitting at the restaurant of the hotel and having fun. 

As Veysel Baba decided to let his dear friend know of this disturbing occasion, the door of his bedroom knocked one night. Veysel Baba opened the door on that late hour and felt glad to see his beloved friend. After a brief conversation, his friend nicknamed Signor, “One of the guys that attend our program had just had a heart attack and taken to the hospital. You need to replace the guy that had a heart attack in order for this program not to be left unfinished. As team head, it may be problematic for me as I did not call a spare friend here. That's what I came here to tell you. Please help me out of this tough situation and join our secret Swingers Program,” he requested. 

Veysel Baba, surprised about what he was hearing, said: “I cannot understand why are you so worried and scared. But since you came here in the middle of the night, knocked my door and wanted something from me, then I cannot deny your help request as a good-hearted friend of yours. Mawlana Jalaluddin-i Rumi, sultan of the hearts, has a sayings about such things: “Those with good friends do not need mirrors.' 'Whatever good thing you have, give them to your friend. ''Visit your friends frequently. Because the roads that are not walked on are covered with thorns and bushes.' 'Your friends are not straws, never break them!  “Now tell me, my friend, how can I break your heart after those words with a lot of meaning and reject a friend at my door? Tell me, how can I assist you?” Upon this question, his dear friend had to give him some important information about that swingers program and said: “In fact, I am not supposed to give you information about that swingers program that we try to manage. Because that is a very secret national project and covers a work that interests our future. And after that point, I was included in that project. I have been heading this swingers program that covers a small portion of that project for 20 years. My request from you as a friend is not to share this information with anyone else.” 

Veysel Baba heard several things about that swingers program before. And he was aware of the existence of such a project. Nevertheless, what he had heard long before was just rumors. However, now his dear friend told him that this project actually existed and he took part in it. After that brief conversation in the hotel room, two friends came down with the hotel elevator and continued to chat in the bar of the hotel. After all the talk, all the information and secrets that are meant to be confidential were spilled in that bar and the trust between two friends were reinforced further. While they were sipping their drinks, they were disclosing their secrets, mysteries and unknowns about themselves.  

Late at night, when the glasses are toasted, our friend nicknamed Signor was talking about a team that sometimes consists of 25 people, a swingers program consisting of 12 females and 12 males; sometimes about a genome project, a secret place being built underground, an Underground Kingdom, the life, the high technology and laboratory environment of that kindgom; sometimes the endless kingdom of God and his endless power; sometimes about a biological war and a chemical war, a deadly virus that can destroy the entire world and sometimes about Underground Kingdom.

After all the secrets were given away that night, our Veysel Baba decided to be a part of such swingers program. But How? I leave to you, vauable readers.

With love and respect…

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01/06/2016 Veysel  Baba - Kinder House, London