History Surrounding Turkey’s Black Rose

 

THE ROSES ARE A DEEP, rich, wine-hued red when in full blossom, yet as buds they look dark. Alaattin Aydın grins and summons his grandkids over to take pictures among them in his garden. He keeps the roses in expansive tin jars that used to contain tomato glue. He, in the same way as other old men in Halfeti, makes a big deal about his living developing roses and pitching them to guests who have come looking for the dark rose.

Vacationers run to purchase these roses, which are called kara gül in Turkish. They have a relatively mythic quality, especially inside Turkey, and especially inside the most recent decade. A Turkish TV indicate was named after them; a novel and an aroma are created in their names. As per local people, they just develop in the little southern town of Halfeti. As learning about them has spread, an ever increasing number of sightseers have advanced toward the town to see the roses for themselves. In the springtime as the climate warms, Halfeti changes from a tired town into a clamoring hotspot, with sellers peddling dark rose magnets, keychains, and spritzers.

Roosted on the edge of the Euphrates waterway, Halfeti looks like something out of a film; the blue of the water is hyper-genuine in its power, the pleasant stone structures appear to be ageless and superbly calm on the lofty slopes encompassing the stream.

Over the most recent couple of years, as tourism has blasted, Turkish news outlets have to a great extent painted Halfeti as a shrouded heaven. Articles and internet based life posts from guests feature the special magnificence of the dark rose and the indented mosque, without diving into the town’s more profound narratives.

The more established men’s oral accounts indicate how state choices have on a very basic level reshaped Halfeti for ages. Following a couple of hours slide by on his overhang, Alaattin draws out some home-fermented wine and words stream all the more freely. The old companions wind up agreeable and begin recounting stories about the Armenians who helped shape their town. The town mosque was worked by an Armenian planner in the 1800s, the old men say. They recollect stories their dads would tell about him: “He was a man who drank liquor,” they say. “One night he even moved up to the highest point of the minaret.”

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