Their language is sweet, maybe too sweet and rich like the taste of baklavas, smooth as the vapor of their black tea and sounds almost as the rhythm of their drums and sitars. Streets of their cities are soaked with the scents of known and unknown spices. Irresistible belly dancers with their faces hidden beneath transparent veils will bring your blood to the point of boiling with their dance. Their people, as their weather, are hot and tempered and that is reflected in their language. Anger, happiness, hate, love, and all kinds of different emotions, the Turkish language will bring them to the furthest extent of self-expression. Traders by birth, their glorious camel caravans have brought from their far away trips not only silk, coffee, and all other kinds of miracles but also many words from other different cultures beautifully weaved in the carpet of their language. It is the language so old, beautiful and exotic as their civilization.