Dördüncü Cemre
"The words of those whose essence is not ember cannot be true..." I read what you wrote not only as the "Diary" of a prisoner convicted of a political crime; but as the silent screams of a "patriot" who speaks with his heart and essence.
I must admit that you made our hearts bleed.
It was as if we wore that "shirt of fire" together... For eight years you longed for the sun, for greenery, for the earth, for a flower, for an insect, for the sound of a bird; you learned freedom.
For eight years you longed for the voices of your loved ones, your parents, their suffering faces, their sad looks; you learned to love.
You got used to the darkness for eight years; you learned the light.
You lived captivity; you learned the value of freedom, you knew how to be patient.
You didn't speak for eight years, but you learned to think, you learned to take stock of your soul.
You learned to smile to life despite the bitterness of your soul.
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