in 2011  I went to Isparta for study university. I met him there.

He was preparing university exam. We were always  hanging out together.

We were going to coffe house for tea and match.

We were going to playstations for playing.

We laughed together and cried together.

A year passed with its ups and downs .

He got exam then won the history department of hacettepe university.

He went to the ankara at the end of the year. Years passed. But we kept in touch.

It was summer 2015. I was in  istanbul for holiday. Korkut went to Isparta near brother. He called me .He said " I'm in Isparta .When will you come? ".  I said 

this weekend. We promised for meetting. It was Monday. 2 days later I called him but 

he didn't answer the phone. I continued to call but he didn't answer.

In night my phone was ring.I looked. He is  calling me. I answered crossly. But caller wasn't he. Caller was his elder brother. 

His elder brother is          cardiologist  at Isparta.

They took the furkan to the hospital Monday night. He was sick.

He didn't tell me.

He was taken in intense care.He was an ulcerative colitis patient.

He losed a lot of bloods.

That night I take the road.I was there in the morning.

I saw him at intense care. He couldn't hear me. 4 days later He waked up but

He could neither talk nor walk.Even! he couldn't recognize nobody.

He was in hospital for 3 months. We went to physical therapy every day together.

Even if he 's not like the old one. He is walking.

But he still can't speaking.

Good that he knows me.

He spoke beforehand. I listened. So I talk to him he is listening.

he's still my best friend and will remain so.