aşk-ı memnu

• bitmeden bir çift lafım var beşir sana.
  
  why, mr. beşir, why? why, why do you do it? why, why get up? why keep fighting? do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? can you tell me what it is, do you even know? is it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? illusions, mr. beşir, vagaries of perception. temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose.
  
  i'm going to enjoy watching you die, mr. beşir.
  
  öl lan yavşak öl artık.