You think superman is a hero? You don’t know my girl….
Look at her, how tired she is but still smiles to her mummy….
she is my real inspiration-my life line.
She never disappoints me, never betray me or miss to love me back…
In all my 29years, she is the only thing in my life, about I can say “such a masterpiece of mine! “
She walked with me today many tiridng kilometers to hosp, city council and long bus drivings… she sweated, she stumbled, she slept and woke up. Always looking into my eyes, always ready to cheer her anxious mummy who fails to integrate herself in society.
Now this small angel is ready to accompany me to India…
Every mum loves her child Nisam, but You my baby… you are my only friend. It doesn’t matter if you are three years old, you are smarter then many other persons I know and you understand me. We don’t need words to share our thoughts… you see from my face what I try to tell and you react immediately. Mummy cries right now cause she loves you, too UNCONDITIONALLY….
You are my amendment from God, for my broken life.
Thank you for your unconditional love.
For accepting me. Accepting me LITERALLY.
I don’t want to die not because I fear death or love the life, but I fear to miss a single moment with you. My precious one.
My hindi-teacher was invited by me to german dinner at my home. My teacher was very eager to taste food from Germany and I wanted fill his wish. It is very different then turkish delicacy.
My mum and I cooked for hours in the kitchen and experimented together.
We only cooked and enjoyed when we tasted with our fingertips the delicious food … we forgot the differences between us and were for that moment only a normal mummy&daughter duo in all the chaos between steam and pots… when I got tired she cheered me up and offered me coffee; when she felt exhausted I massaged her shoulders… in the end, Rashid-Ji (my teacher) was amazed and thanked mum and me in a very lovely way.
I’ve got one of most precious memory with my mum… I’ve created my own happiness with her in our destroyed relationship.
Girl is asking question to a friend of her close friend. Platform is twitter. He is answering occasionally almost rarely. The questions are nothing special, random things about daily life like books, political issues about news etc. She feels ignored and this hurts her proud. When he feels like to answer he talks to her otherwise she is like air for her -invisible.
First she had huge respect for him, his life views, thoughts. She believed she can learn much from him.
But his behavior made her finally feel disgust. Because no matter how much knowledge you have, if you don’t treat a human respectful then you are a broken glass. Knowledge is water, your character is the glass. And your behavior decides if your glass is solid or broken.
This person can eat books in galore, but it won’t make him to a wise man. As his glass is broken.
If you don’t want talk to someone say it clear to the person infront of you. It is completely ok. In return this person has to respect your decision that you don’t want talk to him/her.
But ignoring is something very poor. It creates hope but same time breaks the heart.
I am sorrythat I can’t read and comment everything as I used to do in past. Nowadays have very diffrent life routine, so it’s complicated for me to stay up to date.
Some of my dear follower friends pm me their links on Instagram and so I am able to see at least few of all those precious writings here on WordPress.
Please feel free to contact me, feel free to send me links, pics, to nerve me with anything you want. You guys gave me happiness by following my poor side and by reading and liking my write-ups… this is at the least I can do for you…
I respect all of you and I am happy to know you guys…