Last weeks in
refugee camp.
Our first year in
the refugee camp is about to end. Our prison-like life is over. Outside the
camp, a beautiful life is promised.
Our colleagues
both expulsed and imprisoned are trying to stand straight and refuse the
capitulation.
Last memories to
share in this place, with the people who had been oppressed.
Sacit, one of the
members of the team we organize to narrate Humanity Stories, called this
evening. ‘’Sister of mine, I am asking for permission to leave, give me your
blessing.’’ He says. No need to say more. I understand he is in a danger of
being arrested under the investigation procedure on him...
I close the phone
and turn to my pray I was prepared. That young academician’s destroyed life leaves deep scars in my soul
while bonding my hands for praying.
Sacit was in the
maqam of facing of with himself. In last months, he was living with the
heaviness of aspiring the hard. He was having the exam of staying as the ‘good’
like everyone.
Being innocent
wraps people up into an indefinable psychology. Being victim leaves people
desperate, while being oppressed.
Our camp life is
ending. Yet, the crisis of the people being imprisoned, in danger of being
imprisoned, been years of imprisoned is not ending.
Raising hands at night for Sacit, praying. And again,
existing in this world is nothing but excruciation.
On the picture, we see Ricky Jackson(left), whose innocence is proved after
40 years in prison. So meaningful with the topic...
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