March 20th, 2018
Our first
days in the refugee camp… Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were entertaining times
for my children but true nightmares for me...
You only
have 90 minutes for eating in the camp. People from around the world are
getting in the line for meal. None of them is similar with the other. All of
them are full of energy, including my children…
Sometimes
cartoons are showed on TV at meal times. Although, children keep running from a
side to another. They are having lots of fun but it makes me exhausted as
someone may get bothered of my children.
They don’t
eat, they just play. Sometimes they want to eat but I don’t want to let as I
don’t know if the meal is halal or not. Sometimes the meal is something they
love, that time they want it over and over. Sometimes I get tired of my son’s
loud voice saying ‘’I want French fries! I want pasta!’’
If someone
not from the camp invites us for a dinner and asks what children would like, I
directly say ‘French fries’. Nur gave an interview to Yeni Asya online
newspaper and told what she saw and lived in the prison in Turkey. Children in
prison with their mothers want French fries, mothers could do nothing and just
keep being patient. Also children, growing up under the looks of other
prisoners saying ‘shut up’.
In cells, 40
people live. Even though they are for 25 people. 38th, 39th,
and 40th individuals are children. Crying at night, noisy in day,
children try to grow up; mothers try to stand still.
On the other
hand, mothers hankering their children. Some could take one of the children and
left the other, some couldn’t do neither. Some are about to lose their sanity.
There are only two things they can get calm with: tranquilizers and prayers.
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