It’s me,
Deniz. I’m Deniz.
I am writing
this blog for reuniting those who never lose their hopes.
I came to a
refugee camp in Europe six months ago. I’m the only Turk for now. I have three
little children. They are from the planet Earth.
It wouldn’t
be wrong to say that I barely found the motivation to write. Or I barely coming
to myself. My brother Faruk’s supplication also helped.
Everyone
knows the well-known president of Turkey. Like Europeans say, ‘The Crazy
President’.
I had
columns in the closed newspaper. I no more have any columns…
Neither a husband.
I am divorced…
I took my
children, and a backpack, and went to Europe.
None of the
stories seem sad to me as what Nuriye and Semih lived. Their and the increasing
number of imprisoned babies’ stories are worse than every story I know…
I am at such
a point that, I feel like I’m holding the whole world in my hands but I can do
nothing but watch. I had to do more. So I started to write…
I will continue
writing…
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