Neighbor Pressure

I wouldn’t meet her if I wasn’t writing My Camp Memories. My pain-mate, Sümeyra...

This name reminds me deep heart scars. Her husband is in prison. Her uncle reported her nephew, holding a grudge to her mother. I wish that uncle’s heart cooled by reporting that innocent, haven’t seen ant gun, boy. He would remember that coolness with a glowing fire.

Sümeyra struggles with her two children. Her family doesn’t allow her to go to see her husband, pleading the ten-hours-way-to-go. She couldn’t even take her 6-year-old son with her for four months, because of financial difficulty. I wrote about her previously, and a beneficent sponsored and sponsoring her for every financial problem.

In Turkey, even if the woman is very owned by her family, she could be oppressed.

My dear friend Sümeyra,

Your life is all yours. We may not fully understand what you are struggling with. Apparently, neither your family members does... You and your husband, are traveling in the hillsides of faith, counting days. I can only pray God for you and your family to go along the pure path.

On the list of things to do for you, there are my jobs, your jobs, and others’ jobs. My job is to help you as much as possible; raising my hands to ask help for you, and pray. Your job is to stand straight, like that mother lost two children says, despite of the pressure in your neighborhood, hold your tears and take care of your children.

That woman, I mentioned, lost two children. Easy to say, her two children died. Why? Judges and prosecutors lose their conscience as imprisoning innocent people like your husband, closing their eyes to the death of two innocent children.

The woman goes to police, judges, and prosecutors receives no respond. Her family do not accept her with her two children. Cannot divorce her violent husband. Oppressing by the neighbourhood. What happens to us, happens to our children, to our future.

Don’t forget dear Sümeyra.

Tomorrow belongs to you and your children.

You will own your family as a MOTHER…

You will hold your tears for your children’s smiles.