It reminded me that I was far from my home country for
more than a year, and for so much long I will be. The stell stiches I’ve made
to stand straight and be far from all troubles, broke into small pieces. To be
the hero mother of my little children, I didn’t cry for a year. I promised my
heart to stand straight. But this view, meant ‘game over’ for me... Recalling
the song ‘’Birds may fly above us, one of their feathers may fly in front of us...’’
the plane took me here flew above. I was alone with my heart. It was time to
cry...
The thoughts the plane left me, rained in my mind drop by
drop.
Who is in that plane? Women? Yes, of course women...
Women continue the life stories. And the stories contiune women lives.
Even if the life fights with them, they are targetted to
win what they deserved.
My deserve is to live the hejira I have been longing for.
I try to exchange sorrow with happiness by playing with my children. They are
asking their father, grandmother, and Turkey... Not all the women are lucky.
Some collect food from trashes, some try to earn money in all impossibilities,
some look for ways for their children’s cure... Women, on the ways of prisons,
to visit their husbands, despite of 10-hours of tiredness, they go to kitchen,
and cook. Seeing their husbands, causes them to lose their energy, leaving
their one side with their husbands...
And also, women, lost their life-long friends. Burrying
their pain with their husbands, and turning into a bunch of mercy for their
children. Angels, turning around and sharing kindness.
If you are a woman, you have the work. In war, you think
about the hungry ones and feed them. In silence, you organize people and break
that silence by clapping your hands cheerfully, singing songs happily. Even in
the hardest situations, you take the biggest risks to keep alive. Because life
keeps living with WOMEN.
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