Tomarza Kaymakamligi

Beautiful and decent environment

Beautify the city center by letting the cars that sucks lütd

Immaculate prefect does not endure only here

not only the district governor, but the place where you will fall for any kind of official work such as population, title deeds, finance, courthouse

District offices and courthouses were located in the same building

Thanks to all the wonderful staff of the service interest and also thanks for the honor of our martyrs

INDEPENDENCE ANTHEM Do not be afraid, the golden starboard floating in these dawn; The last hearth to smoke on my country without extinguishing. It is the star of my nation, it will shine; He is mine, he belongs to my nation, but let me be a sacrifice, O coy crescent to your face! A rose to my hero race ... What is this violence, this malal? Our spilled blood then you will not lawful; It is the right, the one who worships God, the independence of my nation. Which crazy is gonna chain me? I'm surprised! I am like a roaring flood: I tramp and cross me; I tear the mountains, I will not fit into the vast, I will carry it. If it is surrounded by Garb, the steel armored wall I have serhaddim like my chest full of faith. Your nation, do not be afraid! How can such a faith be strangled, the only fanged monster you say, "Civilization!"? Do not let the scoundrels of my hometown; Barricade your body, let alone this indecent flock. The days that God promises you will be born ... Who knows, maybe tomorrow, maybe even closer than tomorrow. Do not pass the places you stepped by saying "soil!" Think thousands of unshrouded lies beneath. You are the son of a martyr, do not hurt, it is a pity, your ancestor: Do not give, even if you take the worlds, this is the land of paradise. Who does not sacrifice this paradise for the sake of the country? To gush Martyrs land tighter the şüheda! My soul is divine from you, but its ambition is: Let it not touch the ma'bed's chest, the na-mahram hand; Those adhan - whose martyrdom is the basis of the religion - Eternal, my moan over my land. Then prostrate a thousand with ecstasy - if there is - move; Every time I am divorced, I am divorced and my bloody age, my gushing soul-i mukerred from the ground! Then it will rise and be worth the Throne, maybe, my head, O glorious crescent at dawn! Now get all my lawful bloodshed. Forever not to you, not to my race izmihlal: It is right, lived free, my flag is freedom; It is the right, who worships God, the independence of my nation Mehmet Akif Ersoy