A Turkish Saying
A Turkish saying
- a fault confessed is half redressed
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**✨ What is Hıdrellez? ✨**
**Hıdrellez** (pronounced *Hid-rel-lez*) is a vibrant spring festival celebrated on **May 5th–6th** in Turkey, the Balkans, and other regions with Turkic and Islamic influences. It marks the meeting of the prophets **Hızır (Khidr)** and **İlyas (Elijah)**, who are believed to bring renewal, abundance, and miracles.
### 🌸 **Traditions & Beliefs**
- **Wishes & Rituals:** People write their dreams on paper or tie them to a "wish tree," then burn or release them into water, hoping they’ll come true.
- **Jumping Over Fires:** A purification ritual where leaping over bonfires symbolizes leaving bad luck behind.
- **Nature Celebrations:** Picnics, dancing, and music in green spaces honor the rebirth of nature.
- **Cleaning & Preparing:** Homes are cleaned, and special foods (like *kuzu dolma*, lamb dishes) are shared to welcome prosperity.
### 🔮 **Why May 5th–6th?**
In the old Rumi calendar, May 6th was considered the start of summer—**Hızır’s Day** (symbolizing life) and **İlyas’s Day** (water) merging into one celebration of hope.
**💫 "Hıdrellez is where magic feels real—wishes whispered to the wind might just come true."**
May your wishes come true 🌿🔥
- *"Have you ever celebrated Hıdrellez? Share your traditions below!"*
- *"Reblog if you believe in spring miracles! 🌸"*
Lovers are patient
and know that the moon
needs time to become full...
I am bold ❤️
I am confident ❤️
I love myself ❤️
Bir tatlı kaşık huzur 🌸🌸🌸 (hier: Yeldegirmeni bungalow evleri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRd_TAiNEa5pRbMHBDWDIgPKe2e3-XjNoRT2ug0/?utm_medium=tumblr
✨ Hıdrellez Rhyme ✨🤲🌿
On the eve when spring takes flight,
Hızır walks in golden light.
Wishes tied to branches sway,
Hope will blossom with the day.
Leap the fire, let shadows burn,
Luck will turn as seasons turn.
Dance upon the waking earth,
Miracles are given birth.
Water whispers, winds conspire
Hıdrellez sparks the heart’s desire🤲🌸
That's so high or am I just too small 🌸
**The light in my eyes**
I am afraid -
not of the fall,
not of the silence,
that sometimes comes.
But of it,
that timid hands
touch my inside
and whisper: *"Don't be so bright. "*
But this light -
it is not a spark,
that can be extinguished,
not a fire,
that consumes.
It is a gentle glow,
that carries me,
a moonbeam,
that cuts through darkness.
Let me shine,
just as I am.
No less,
no more.
Also my greatest fear
One of my greatest fears is I will die without finding a single soul who knows what to do with all this fire behind my eyes.
Cindy Cherie
