My Tears Became My Profits!

August 17th, 2017

I want to cry, wound my feelings again and again and scream.

My children are sleeping. I hold myself very tight.

I no more have dark hair, all are grey. There five eye bags on my eyes.

Nights are coal black in here. May be because everyone has their own sorrow, it doesn’t work to feed some hope. Somewhere, somehow, my tears flood.

I always hide my eyes from people, especially from my children, I hide my tears…

But I can’t hide from myself.

I no longer have strength. I hear bad news every day.

Tyrannies banish Nuriye and Semih. Those two determined heroes are going to lose their minds. Number of imprisoned babies increases every day. People cannot have their medication. People die because of torture. People are kidnapped, no one knows what happened. These are the ones we hear, we know. What about the others we haven’t heard of yet? I can’t imagine…

Oh nightingale, I say. Mourning is not your right, be quiet, it’s my right.

Ahmet Kaya, I listen. How would you know that I am burning?

Nights never end… I fail with troubles. I end up failing every day.

Just like today.

And a sentence appears in my mouth.

The Creator of all, holds responsible for all opened wounds.

I recall the wounds I opened.

I pray.

Ahmet Kaya - Nereden Bileceksiniz (How Will You Know?)