Evliya Çelebi says, "In describing, the language is short, the pen is broken..." Whenever I look to the castle, I remember this. It sometimes is wrap-ped by the clouds, sometimes hold hand with the sky... It presents different sights from each different point in the city. It plays games with the light above the city. It presents different sights in the morning and in the afternoon. Sometimes proud, sometimes emotional...

       Mardin Castle has lived through so many things. Jonah has lived here. He used to come here in summer, pray and revived. Monarch of Dara used to climb to the top and drank in the coolness. The air revived the death... Many princesses cured their troubles here. The castles looks like it is leaning over the city... Embraces everything with love... And says that it is always ready to protect the city. The memories are alive as well as historical information... The elderly tell stories about how they climbed the castles and played games there. They remember the days spent at the skirts of the castle and the ones living inside it. Caves, cisterns and towers... In those days, all the rain drops falling from the sky filled the cisterns... In Mesopotamia, a handful of water is life. It has lived through the most severe wars. Prophets, monarchs climbed it. Sometimes life and sometimes death wandered around the towers. Disease has killed thousands abruptly and the castled emptied. Ages ago when epidemic diseases spread, many died at each house. Taking the past to his bosom, climbing the sky. It suits Mesopotamia Plane so much... Nowadays, the castle is decora-ted with lights in the evening. It becomes happy like a lover receiving a bunch of flowers every night. The city supports the castle and strengthens and looks to the future with hope and sincerity...