Women...

Iraqi woman with close-tongue…

I remember her from the first refugee camp we stayed. I was new in there and she tried to help me with her family. In the dining-hall, where is a common field, my children were so naughty and insisting to not eat. She tried to make me feel relax with some sign –heart- language. One day, the couple came to us with a bag of toys. Naturally, my children were so happy.

Nowadays, that woman is in our last-phase camp, away from her husband, with her four children. When she sees me in the laundry, she talks to me with sign language. Apparently, she is buried under her stories. She talks and cries. Shows the bruises and burnt places her husband uses to stub out his cigarettes. Seeing these tears my heart out…

Another Iraqi woman with three children. She and I are in the same situation. Staying in a refugee camp with our children all alone. The only difference is that, her children are older. We received the resident permit at the same time.

I distribute chocolates to my camp-mates –became a ritual of this camp. I visit all rooms, say ‘inshaAllah ikame’ (meaning God may help so we can have resident permit), I pray with my heart and have blessings. But I am angry with that woman. She hides that she had the resident permit, also she doesn’t give any desert to anyone.

We learnt why she was so quiet with a very painful memory. Police officers came and took her 18-year-old son. They took the deported young boy away, to return to his country. Cries are not helping to stop this. The woman cried all day in her room. While they were having resident permit for girls –younger than 18- the boy was sentenced to leave the country. I felt the sorrow in every part of me, in a time I was going to be happy with my children for moving to a house.

And a Tweet I read, makes me shot from my head. Here is the event:

I just learnt the tragedy of a woman came to the USA passed from Meriç River, escaping from the tyranny in Turkey. She dropped her baby while passing from the river. People with her tied her mouth with her turban scarf, to keep her silence…

And today… A woman was dragged away just because his son staged a hunger strike. Just because she gave a voice to his teacher son, who only wants his job back.

Women…

Had been sold like groceries in the past. Now many are imprisoned in Turkey for no reason… Separated from their children, slandered…

Instead of hugging their children, hugging the pain of separated children.

Young engaged girls imprisoned and separated from their lovers.

Tortured, couldn’t face with husband, just writes ‘divorce me’ on a piece of paper and sends. Because of a group of dishonored, cannot look at anyone anymore…

For hundreds of years, women are long suffered, became as stoic outside as are broken inside.

They carry the hardest examination in their courteous hearts…