I am Mardin. That is, the land of those who have laughing face and warm blood. I experience the urban culture. The life with me is more pleasure…

I am Mardin .That is, the city of ones whose faces sadness and amusement occurred on .I have children who take the stony walls as shelter. I have the old men related to the past period and hopeful future young ones.

I am Mardin.The land of ones whose breaths smell like tea and bitter coffee odorous. I have evening joy, relatives visiting and delight foods. My every market place has different mean and freshness. The life begins with me by the first light of dawn.

The time runs slowly like hourglass. The yogurt carried by copper buckets symbolizes loyalty. The weddings are the days of judgment end the deaths are fidelity. The extreme hot and cold weather become daily friend with humans.

I am Mardin.The colour of sun light finds life in my stones. The sun is so specific that no sooner the moonlight on the stones    is substituted for yellowish sun light does my city stand up, then it says hello for new day. I am Mardin; it is I who entertain the best Milky Way in the sky.