The Nile River imprisons its colour into its moisture. The invitations of religions is echoed on its horizon, as unknown divine adventures dragged to Egypt like pyramid hotness .By its name, spirit and longing colour as if it looked at Pharaoh from remote distance.

As for Tigris and Euphrates?

The rivers whose basins the civilizations raised, the mankind suffered from torment to have dignity…the fertile territories…and among them is Mesopotamia…

The spike colour turns to yellow much more to as if it were proportion of sun…the endless plain filling its spirit with past richness…

An amazing mystical city facing the plain from the high hill containing urban cultures end combining different religions…

A city whose stones are transformed to lovely poetical line, snowy kernels kiss the embroidered stones and pigeons greet with tolerance regards…

Having the adventure of the most meaningful stones carved by calloused hands praying to God…

Having the artistic works reflecting the strongest colourness of Artuklu…

Being an olive the sacred books swore at, and cool fruits of warm spirit the abundant dates are jealous of…

A city whose an Islamic call reflecting from mountain apex is affiliated with sound of Christianity bell…

Being a calm harbour, and an armour girded on as a shelter for whole religions from Shemsiths up to Yezidths…

Mardin as a proud city whose stony walls, mosques churches and streets witnessed centuries.

Dara     stubbornly carved by Darius…the image of legendary Grand Mosque…the scientifically light of Kasimiye Medrasah…divine light extended from Deyruzzaferan to Deyrulumur…a sacred sweet drink of christianity, islamic, love, hope, brotherhood and tolerance…a story of stone, passion, castle and civilization: Mardin