Take a look at this! See the amazing talents this little kid has. There’s so much to watch on TV, right? Back in the day, there was only one program every hour on one channel. Now, it feels like everyone—kids, teens, men, women—they are all into filming. They’ve got so many pictures…
My grandkid is into it too. He says it’s his job now. Nowadays, he makes all kinds of videos. And he’s got lots of fans, he’s like a star or something. Understanding today’s youth is tough, you know? It wasn’t like this in our day. You had to work hard for your bread, sweat for it. Nowadays, young folks are so relaxed. But their minds are always busy. Maybe that’s why they’re always tired.
Even my phone in my hand sometimes goes black. I give it to my grandson, and he fixes it in a snap. If I were to go to a technician, they’d charge me a fortune. Thank goodness my grandson understands these things and saves up some pocket money for us. He must have learned by spending so much time in front of those screens.
Three or four hours aren’t enough; he spends all his time flicking his fingers. And of course, there’s the phone. You wouldn’t believe how much he types every time. Oh, and when he sees my old phone, he says, ‘Granny, look, there are new ones.’ I tell him, ‘Son, I don’t need them. I’ll just bring you the screen when it’s broken. That’s enough for me. Besides, I can still hear your voice when you call.’ He laughs at me. ‘Look, granny,’ he says, ‘it even has a camera and internet.’ According to him, these button phones are ancient. I still don’t get how my device becomes outdated before I do. We grew up with just one outfit. It seems like today’s youth are spoiled for choice.
Let me tell you, my grandson admitted something the other day. I used to be happy thinking he’s fixing my phone, secretly proud of his skill. Turns out, he would sneak in and turn off the phone’s light when he was short on cash. And I used to be pleased, thinking he was fixing it for his pocket money. And then I’d pray.
Things are so different these days. In our prime, the lacework we painstakingly made was in style. Now, it’s back in fashion. They copy our speech, wear headscarves like us, and talk like us. It’s odd to see grown men doing it. But today’s young folks retell our stories in a way we never did. It’s like the modern version of Hacivat-Karagöz from our time or Pîşekâr’s story.
My grandson gets it too. And people are so careful now. With Mother’s Day and birthdays, they find reasons to come together. It’s like the festivals we used to prepare for. I love the family gatherings.
Despite all this abundance, people still seem to have a sense of gloom. Finding what you’re looking for isn’t so easy. Sometimes, too much of something becomes poison. But you have to know what you need before you can realize you’re poisoned. Maybe that’s why we miss the days of scarcity. The taste of fresh bread with a little bit of butter on top, maybe that’s what it comes from.
We’re quite blind, aren’t we? We can’t see the light of the device, and can’t understand our grandchildren’s games. Ah, my friend, if you ask me what I like in this era, it’s when they come out and say, ‘We forgot about the children,’ and come to us with a sigh… I quite like that. My grandson, a little rascal, knocks on my door on special days.”
