Sille, which is mentioned as "I passed through this Sille at night" in the Sille Folk Song, one of the Konya Folk Songs, is a cute neighborhood of our Konya. Sille, which has the status of an ancient city, has a very old history.
The words of the folk song Sille, which is the subject of our article, are anonymous and compiled by Rıza Konyalı. Some of the words of our hero, who passed through the Sille at night, are as follows;
I passed this Sille (Oh) at night, I did not see it,
My mother my mother my mother my mother my mother,
I didn't see my mother my mother my mother my mother my mother,
I Drank Bitter Sweet (Oh) Waters. I didn't die.
My mother my mother my mother my mother my mother, I'm not dead my mother my mother my mother my mother…
It describes the expressed feelings of a soldier from Sille because he passed through Sille one night while returning from a campaign and could not see his mother sitting there. Expatriation, military service and poverty are among the most difficult tests this country has experienced in the last two hundred years. This hero of ours sang this song for his mother, whom he could not see because the night had passed from Sille. It is necessary to look at our history and take lessons in order to understand how many absences and homesickness the children of this country experienced in those years. If we have a homeland we live in today, it is thanks to our self-sacrificing heroes.