One day we will die. Those who remain in the shadow of the legacy
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We will die one day. They will mourn for a few days, then divide the inheritance; and if they’re still not satisfied, they will curse us, too. Tevfik Fikret
John and Mark walked toward Michael’s house after spending a quiet evening by the sea. They had heard that Michael had been withdrawn lately and wasn’t talking much to anyone. When they knocked on his door, they found him looking pale and exhausted. Without a word, he invited them inside—he clearly needed to talk.
There were a few cups of tea on the table. Michael took a deep breath and finally spoke: “My father passed away… It hasn’t even been forty days, yet my siblings are already fighting over the inheritance.” His voice trembled. “Instead of mourning together, we’re at each other’s throats over who gets what. Everything my father worked for over the years has turned into nothing more than a cold calculation of material wealth.”
Mark looked at him in shock. “They started this soon?” he asked.
Michael let out a bitter smile and nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. My mother is caught in the middle, but no one cares about how she feels. While my father’s memory is still fresh, we’re tearing each other apart over his possessions. The worst part is, I feel like I’m being dragged into this mess as well.”
John listened quietly, then took a deep breath. “Michael, no matter how much this pains you, remember that some things are beyond your control. People often fall victim to their greed. As Tevfik Fikret once said: We will die one day. They will mourn for a few days, then divide the inheritance; and if they’re still not satisfied, they will curse us, too.”
Michael lowered his gaze. John’s words stung, but they also awakened something in him. “My father always wanted to keep our family together. But now that he's gone, we’ve fallen apart. What should I do, John?”
John placed a reassuring hand on Michael’s shoulder. “First, you need to find peace within yourself. Inheritance is just a tool; your father’s real legacy is the bond between you and your family. If everyone wants to fight, then stay out of the chaos. Support your mother, but don’t get lost in the greed. What she needs most is not money, but peace.”
Michael took a deep breath. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at John. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t want to remember my father this way. I need to keep my conscience clear.”
Mark took a sip of his tea. “Sometimes, the greatest inheritance isn’t what’s left behind in wealth, but the values we were taught. Remember what your father taught you.”
Michael nodded and smiled faintly. For the first time in a while, he felt a small sense of relief. Maybe he couldn’t change everything, but at least he could choose his own path.
There were a few cups of tea on the table. Michael took a deep breath and finally spoke: “My father passed away… It hasn’t even been forty days, yet my siblings are already fighting over the inheritance.” His voice trembled. “Instead of mourning together, we’re at each other’s throats over who gets what. Everything my father worked for over the years has turned into nothing more than a cold calculation of material wealth.”
Mark looked at him in shock. “They started this soon?” he asked.
Michael let out a bitter smile and nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. My mother is caught in the middle, but no one cares about how she feels. While my father’s memory is still fresh, we’re tearing each other apart over his possessions. The worst part is, I feel like I’m being dragged into this mess as well.”
John listened quietly, then took a deep breath. “Michael, no matter how much this pains you, remember that some things are beyond your control. People often fall victim to their greed. As Tevfik Fikret once said: We will die one day. They will mourn for a few days, then divide the inheritance; and if they’re still not satisfied, they will curse us, too.”
Michael lowered his gaze. John’s words stung, but they also awakened something in him. “My father always wanted to keep our family together. But now that he's gone, we’ve fallen apart. What should I do, John?”
John placed a reassuring hand on Michael’s shoulder. “First, you need to find peace within yourself. Inheritance is just a tool; your father’s real legacy is the bond between you and your family. If everyone wants to fight, then stay out of the chaos. Support your mother, but don’t get lost in the greed. What she needs most is not money, but peace.”
Michael took a deep breath. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at John. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t want to remember my father this way. I need to keep my conscience clear.”
Mark took a sip of his tea. “Sometimes, the greatest inheritance isn’t what’s left behind in wealth, but the values we were taught. Remember what your father taught you.”
Michael nodded and smiled faintly. For the first time in a while, he felt a small sense of relief. Maybe he couldn’t change everything, but at least he could choose his own path.
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