This is my
third writing about Emrah…
You didn’t
forget her right? Her story is another oppressed one’s, another victim’s,
another downcast’s…
Let me write
here.
Emrah and
her big sister grew up as orphans. They lost their mother at Emrah’s age of 11.
Their sergeant father, one of the students of Bediüzzaman Said Nursi, has
crowned his daughters with a Qur’an based education targets ethical values.
Mrs. Emrah’s
big sister is in Pakistan. Once, she and her husband were Turkish school
employees. Nowadays, she makes cakes, cookies, muffins, and biscuits to sell in
bazaars to earn some money for her house. Their passports are already expired,
the UN doesn’t respond to any letter although they are still in the country
they have no life assurance.
And Mrs. Emrah…
One of the
mothers burns with child hankering… She has three sons. In prison for a year
and a half, she is in detention over terror organization links. Her youngest
son was 2 years old when they were both imprisoned. Now, her little boy is
about 3.5. Do you remember the little boy cried to sit between her mother’s arms
and kiss her cheek? Emrah was fallen faint when she couldn’t see her son in a non-contact
visit. ‘’What happened to my child?’’ she asked when she came to herself…
Your son is
fine, dear Emrah. He is so fine except being far from his parents. We are also
fine my dear sister! But you are not…
Emrah is
terribly sick and her situation gets worse day by day. Her treatment for the
postnatal inflammation is left half done. She is in period of menopause. She is
not having a gynecological treatment. Her illness in her eyes got worse… Lately,
the doctor said she is going to be be blind as the retinal detachment in her
eyes. She sometimes has vision loss due to the stress.
I raise my
hands for Emrah. We pray for her every night with my children.
Someone may
hear this voice and join us.
Emrah is an
orphan, I write so you may know. I write…
No comments:
Post a Comment