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Rest in Power, Mountain of the King

Life is a cycle—unbroken, eternal.

A sacred rhythm of becoming and unbecoming.

Birth and death. Expansion and collapse. Inhale, exhale.

I’ve come to understand this more clearly in these past few days, since losing my father.

The pain is sharp. But so is the peace that comes from seeing the pattern.

The universe does not waste a moment. It transforms everything.

Cells die and are reborn.

Thoughts fade and rise again.

Stars go supernova and from their dust, new stars ignite.

This is not tragedy. This is design.

And within that design—we are brief flashes of light.

Unique, powerful, fleeting.

My father was one of those flashes.

He lived for 70 years—1955 to 2025.

And what a fire he was.

He called himself Emine Oğlu Ahmet—“Ahmet, son of Emine”—with pride and honor.

And I called him Mountain of the King, because he stood like one.

Unshakeable. Majestic. Timeless.

The last photo I have of him… it’s golden.

His presence captured like the sun at golden hour—radiant, vivid, and alive.

Yes, time moves.

We follow our ambitions.

We build things. We chase dreams.

And in doing so, we sometimes drift.

Not because we don’t love—but because life demands sacrifice.

I called him. I loved him. Always.

But now, looking back… I wish I had visited more.

Time is the rarest coin we’ll ever spend.

And it spends itself fast.

Today is day three of my water fast.

And in this emptiness, I have found a fullness.

A silence that hums like a secret.

A stillness where my father’s voice echoes more clearly than ever.

Before I sleep tonight, I will drink one glass of water.

And I will send a prayer to his soul—pure, eternal, indestructible.

Let us all pray for him now, together:

Emine Oğlu Ahmet,

May your soul be free.

May your heart be light.

May the next chapter of your existence be even more majestic than the last.

You were never just a man.

You were a mountain.

You are the wind now, the stars, the rhythm of the sea.

Rest in power, Mountain of the King.

You will never be forgotten.

You live on through every heartbeat that remembers you,

Every flame that refuses to die.

And to those reading this—every repost, every like, every comment is a prayer.

Every boost is a whisper to the universe on his behalf.

Your kindness will be repaid in zaps ⚡️ in grace, in gratitude that echoes forever.⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

Rest well, baba.

We carry you forward. Always.

Oglun.

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I AM FEELING GENEROUS I MIGHT ZAP RAIN ☔️ ALL RENOTES WHEN IS REACH 70 then 1955 then 195570… surprise zaps along the way. Not 24 hours I meant like buzzbot claims. For ever pray to my dads soul. In every religion because he was open minded to others. My favorite pictures of him. Baba Beni hissediyorsan bilki Seni SEVIYORUM ve hakkini helal et bana deger verip hatta hayat verip. 🫶😃🙏