We Loved This
Land

We loved the land…
We loved the landlord…
We loved what the earth gave…
Every grain of seed that falls into the ground, every drop of sweat that runs down a farmer's forehead and mixes with the ground, we loved every sprout that grew from a seed…
Ears of gold blowing in the wind, the coy sunflowers that turn their faces softly to the sun, figuring the maize that grows, we loved the bridal white of the cotton fields.
We loved waiting for the rains and the joy of parched earth when the first raindrop fell … We loved the rush of the harvest, the excitement of the threshing …
We loved the abundance that springs from the soil with effort, perseverance and mercy…
The warmth of the bread brought to the house of the farmer selling his crop, The groom, whose neck was not bent at the wedding held after the threshing, wore the zeybek in front of the drum, We loved the justified pride of his father, of the engineering diploma received by a son from a barren village in Anatolia…
We loved our country, the people of our country.,
We loved the one who gave mercy to the land…
We love our job for our loved ones…
And since 1975, we have always produced better and more efficient products for our loved ones.