With the
amazing interpret of Mrs. Gökmen, I listen to this amazing masterpiece. If my
brother Faruk was here he would love a lemon soda while I prefer tea.
It had been
a week since I started to write.
Some said
that I should carry my family.
Some
referred to the files of divorce lawsuits and told to never return.
Some told
about their mothers’ funerals they had no chance to go; some told about the impossibility of running away.
Some said
there was nothing to be afraid and recommended to leave and live in camps. Some were worried and kept saying ‘Sister, don’t stay there, come to our house.’ and
asking if we need anything. Some asked for visits too.
Oh my dear
sisters, brothers, and friends, may fate spread water on the way you will walk.
May your fortune be always good.
People see
the life with the perspective where they stand. This causes to misjudge and
misunderstand the events. I am worrying about my sins and keep myself on my
repents. The tyranny is on the stage of history, roleplaying. Taking his throne
above, on the victims’ shoulders. We are ones of those victims, never forget
and always remember: the example family of surrendering. When Hajar (ra) asked
Abraham (ra) ‘’To whom do you leave us?’’ Abraham (ra)’s voice was like a roar
in the desert: ALLAH!
Hajar (ra)
was relaxed, the creator of everything wouldn’t waste His creatures. She was
heralded with Zam-zam water in the middle of the desert.
We are
having our shares from fate. We all struggle in the claws of disaster, in
different ways.
Although, we
are all breaking the statues blocking us and building houses for our soul.
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