A life that remains unfinished: Xabat Talas / HALEP-8

The eighth part of the series of articles of the story Xabat Talas.

Our preparations have begun!

After observing at what times of the day the clashes intensified and at what times they stopped, we determined what time we would leave home. With my mother, my father, my sisters, my brother, and my aunt in the town of Tabqa, we got into the car that my father rented and left early in the morning following the preparations we had made in every way. . It was as if what broke at that hour was not dawn, but our bodies were torn from our house.

This dawn was very different!

At this hour of dawn, there was no sweet light that warmed the soul! …

At dawn, there was no calm broken by the gentle wind! …

At this hour of dawn, there was no sun smiling at humanity!

Even the tone of the morning prayer read was different at this hour of dawn, and there was no spiritual peace reflected in our souls with this prayer! …

This dawn was very different! …

This morning, when we left our home in Aleppo, trapped by blood and gunpowder, it was as if we had left a part of us behind. My parents were happy, but we cried in response to our parents’ joy. And we knew that his joy was the result of being able to secure our lives. Although they did not show it to us, they were also sad, but the joy of losing us in life overcame their sadness.

We arrived in our village after a cold trip through burned cars, bombed-out buildings, blood, gunpowder and ghost roads. When we arrived in our village known as “Üçkardeş”, when we saw that other families had also come, we realized that we were not alone on the way to take refuge in the land of their ancestors. Our village was built on a field where crops were grown and there was not a single tree that could sit in its shade. Our ancestors, who used every corner as a planting area, unfortunately did not plant a single tree that could sit in its shade. As such, the reflected heat of the earth, which literally absorbed the sun’s rays, raised the temperature of the air once more. There was also a shortage of water in the village, and the electricity that was cut off was the cause of this problem. Not to mention the tree, water and electricity, we started this village life, where we even had a hard time finding food, cleaning our house, which we found in a terrible state. The squatting sunset over the village after the scorching sun had receded made our task even more difficult. It seemed impossible to even sleep in the house, where all sorts of critters that appeared with this dark cover were infested. My sisters could not keep up with this unfamiliar environment and wept in the nooks and crannies where they were secretly secluded. In fact, like them, he was afraid of the darkness of the night and of the virgin who filled it. However, as an older sister, I made great efforts not to show them this fear and tried to comfort them and get them used to the conditions we were in.

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