Gelingüllü Cami

Longing for homeland is on my nose Is Vuslat destiny before the end of life? Visiting friends is a debt on my neck I don't know, would it be pure before maturity? They say that expatriate bite is great, They say it is worse than a bone to swallow, They make the rose whose tongue is ruined, Does the rose bloom there without crowing? My childhood is there, my youth is there One foot in the threshold, one in the pit Desem; friends i will come soon Is it possible, without contradicting words? Here mountain and stone are the same, like there Longing is like a wound in the tongue Vuslat, hope, is like a remedy Does it take fun before your migration takes hold? The dung-smelling blend I missed The smoldering smoke in your tandoor Early morning, especially late morning Is it late, or before the sun goes down?

A nostalgic place with its historical texture

In the center of sheep, modest, suitable for worship

5 times of prayer

A beautiful mosque built with the contributions of the village people