Tongues that never tire of lying

The storm that people tried to whip up over the dinner given for the Head of Religious Affairs and opinion leaders at the Presidential Complex vividly exposed what a deadly hatred Recep Tayyip Erdoğan has become the target of. The calculation made by the Chamber of Engineers and Architects, which paralyzes all imagination, on the cost of the dinner table and the dinner, under a duty we could never understand how or from where it derived, also showed what state of mind and spirit this hatred has reduced people to. The Chamber of Engineers and Architects is evidently an idle journeyman of an idle master; we have heard of no substantive activity of it in Turkey concerning its field of duty, but on this occasion we have learned the reason for this inertia, that is, where it has lost its mind. It sat down and wagged its jaw and reasoned about who ate what at how much in the Palace, and the reasoning it ran went so fast that it flew away... No calculation was left, and no reason. They put a price of over a quarter of a million on the dining table whose marble, they claim, was brought from India and Guatemala. In truth, the table, put together and assembled from chipboard by tradesmen at the industrial estate, was not even worth five thousand lira, and that too was entered in the Presidency's inventory register for continued use. They put a total value of 1 million 8 thousand lira on the dinner for 29 people, but they also calculated how many fitr alms that corresponds to and said it equals 87 thousand 653 people. The real account of the table setup and the meals that the Presidency showed to those who understand, with fast camera footage, is a cost that does not add up to even a few thousand lira.

Perhaps we too can make an inference about those who strained their imagination. So, gentlemen, evidently they set similar tables at that cost. Could such guesses about the palace be made from a lifestyle at that price level? They could. But in my view even this would be an optimistic guess. The truth of the matter is that hatred of Erdoğan has completely paralyzed reason, morality, conscience and discernment in people. There is no reason, because the account is out in the open. There is no morality, because it is an open slander, a conscienceless campaign, and, on top of that, an oppression that on a Ramadan day pours into a massacre ground every value that could represent a country's unity and spiritual harmony.

There is no value that this frenzied audacity, which has risked every lie, trick and immorality to bring the President down in the eyes of his people, would not sell.

Even though the President gave the account of the dinner in a way that even the dullest could understand, they persist in that campaign. A Zaman newspaper reporter has even gone out for a street interview, asking the people's reaction to expensive iftar tables, continuing to make the people voice his hatred as well.

We see that the tweets that were previously doubled on the Prophet's advice have now been multiplied tenfold, twentyfold, even a hundredfold. Since reality has cut its ties with conscience, discernment and morality anyway, it can be shown differently than it is by tweets. The more you tweet, the more you can cover up the truth, the more you can drown out the voice of truth.

All the members of the parallel structure whom I know in any way are constantly on Twitter watch from morning to evening, from evening to morning. When do these people find time to eat, to sleep, to go to the toilet, to perform ablution, to pray, to attend to their wives and children? By God, now the worry of this has fallen to me as well. Hey, with those tweets you entered through the palace's toilet and exited from its dining table; it is not clear what you ate, what you digested, what you sneezed.

Hey, it is Ramadan. It is an opportunity to weigh your ego. It is an occasion to repair the relationship between yourselves and God, and perhaps from there to open up to people outside your organization as well. It is a time when you can feel the mercy and blessing of this opening. Come, do not miss this opportunity, this time, this occasion, I say, if you still have an ear left to hear among the roar of your tweets, that is.

Do not allow the palace's table and toilet to wear out your jaws any longer; that is our advice.