Well, I corrected the spelling error related to "quiet".

I thought I was taking advantage of the ellypsis technique (more common in the US English) when I wrote "In the village I was born". Dropping "where" provides word economy.

I was actually more worried about the end of the poem where there is a weak or incorrect comparison between the beauty of the female character and that of Turkey.

The original text uses "köyler" meaning "villages". I was not sure if it made sense in English to say, "In the villages I was born". It sure takes the focus away from a single person and provides a generalization depicting the fate shared by all the remote Anatolian villages. A native speaker could explain whether it is acceptable to say: "In the villages I was born."

There are no strong enough words in the dictionary to describe the horrible nature of the pogroms the Jews in Europe were subjected to, by the racist Nazi regime. There is little point in arguing with numbers though. Numbers point out to Russian people, civilian and military alike as the greatest sufferers of the atrocities committed by the Nazis. Think of a population as large as the entire inhabitants of the city of Istanbul vanishing from the face of the Earth in the most savage manner and in the matter of months. That was at least one of the most horrible episodes of the WWII. I have never seen anyone singing laments for the lost Russian lives, no comemorations are being held, no credits are being offered by Holywood or the like. This catastrophy is buried in the ashes of history and it is only remembered by the Russians. You are free to curse them, mock them or deny their terrible fate, no one will stop you from doing that unlike the Holocaust the mere denial of which will bring forth legal consequences. What a great sense of equality. It is possibly because no one is funding the Russians, nor do they fund the Poles or even the Gypsies. 

When the catastrophy in Europe took place, the tremor of it was felt strongly among Jewish communities. A social dysfuntion developed filling many Jews with hatred and a desire to take revenge. Two options were on the table: to form an independent Jewish state or to continue living in small communities scattered accross Europe and elsewhere. To realize the first option, some plans were needed to be made and those were made with precision comparable to armed bank robbery. The Arabs were robbed of their land by force, and the Israeli state was founded on it. The survival of this new state was guaranteed by the powers that be. This coincided with the rise of the Middle East as a rich source of fossil fuel. Partnerships were formed and the history began being re-written.

Today, Arabs don´t like Israel, they think they are some armed maniacs chasing them in the streets of their occupied land because this is more or less what happens. They also think all evil comes from Israel because it actually does come from Israel. The world leaders are beginning to realize that it is wrong to occupy other people´s territories and build what they call as "settlements" on them and they are calling for steps to normalize the lives of the people in a blockaded Ghaza. So much as it takes an Arab to get education to understand a Jew, it takes a Jew to go through the inhuman conditions that the Arabs are in, to understand them.

Thehandsom points out to the relationship between racism and antisemitism. When you read books of a certain kind up to page 14, this is the impression you will get. This is what you have when you are unable to see the larger perspective which includes the one that is visible through the eyes of a victim.

STORY

Your lips are pink
your hands are white,
hold my hands baby,
hold a little

In the village I was born
there were no walnut trees
that´s why I starve for a quiet shadow
caress a little

In the village I was born
there were no wheat fields
untie your hair baby
and swing a little

the village I was born
was haunted by bandits at night
that´s why I detest being alone
talk a little

In the village I was born
Northerly winds would blow
that´s why my lips are cracked
kiss a little

Like Turkey, you have a radiant beauty
The village I was born was too
tell me about the place you were born
Tell me a little.

HİKÂYE

Senin dudakların pembe
Ellerin beyaz,
Al tut ellerimi bebek
Tut biraz!

Benim doğduğum köylerde
Ceviz ağaçları yoktu,
Ben bu yüzden serinliğe hasretim
Okşa biraz!

Benim doğduğum köylerde
Buğday tarlaları yoktu,
Dağıt saçlarını bebek
Savur biraz!

Benim doğduğum köyleri
Akşamları eşkıyalar basardı.
Ben bu yüzden yalnızlığı hiç sevmem
Konuş biraz!

Benim doğduğum köylerde
Kuzey rüzgârları eserdi,
Ve bu yüzden dudaklarım çatlaktır
Öp biraz!

Sen Türkiye gibi aydınlık ve güzelsin!
Benim doğduğum köyler de güzeldi,
Sen de anlat doğduğun yerleri,
Anlat biraz!

Cahit KÜLEBİ

Technically, the brain is an organ, you should be talking about your limbs and ..... Anyway.

That´s a tough one but I think my favourite member is my left arm. My other members are equally indispensible but if I were to choose just one among them that would be my left arm.

Hasta is used in the same sense as "patient" in English. Say, you are Dr. Hakan´s patient, that means you are a client of his. Hasta in this case is a homonym and it also means ill or sick depending on the context.

Homonyms are plenty in Turkish. Depending on the context the word "yüz" means:

one hundred

to swim

face

front side of an object

to remove the hide of an animal from his flesh, scalping etc.

The original sentence is not very correct. I understand it like this:

While honesty could sometimes be hurtful, there may be no other way to get a message through without breaking one´s heart.

Could Derek be thehandsom one.