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Ayşe Kadın almost collapsed to the ground.
She sank to the ground like an ingot.
She thought, "If only we had a piece of flour."
We didn't have one.
We didn't even have a glass of flour. Recep remembered Fatma.
Fatma's baby was breastfeeding.
The poor woman was at a loss as to what to do because her husband was in the military.
He needed a slice of bread, just like her.
Fatma had a bedridden father.
Her father on one side, her baby on the other.
Fatma couldn't stand her baby's cries.
Her milk nearly dried up.
She lived on a slice of bread for days.
She made do with water.
She ate soil occasionally to fill her stomach.
She chopped tree barks gnawed.
What about her father and her baby?...
Fatma was devastated when she thought of them.
Finally, she could not stand it anymore; she sold herself for a few slices of bread.
