Ah the Anadilimin

Now home to one of the routine activities between the police and based on our door, my mother had been shocked by this question.

Years ago. What was the middle of the European integration law, what the "normal case". Police-military at any time, any press house searches, no one could remove the gık. People were taken in those days is lost, the law is clearly written, the "search permit" was like the heart to ask. My mother can not be inserted in between, learned lawyer and the right to ask my uncle, that day was determined to defend.

Police used to do what they want, on their astonishment at the home of my regiment had:

"What school you from your aunt?"

My mother did not care, "a call to open the door of my house without my permission," he was holding. The police, that day my mother persist, tarumar have a better home, and I did not find anything with the pain of my mother's resistance to taking on my little brother had removed - the broken tooth. But after you get home, but he entered document. My mother can not read that document.

Literacy is not my mother.

Television-radio news, open sessions, with a judge said the line between tracks, but insists the document can not read the search.

Turkish art music "of the rare works, the heart also tells the Kurdish coronach mother as smoothly, but a few lines of a letter to his son can not scribble.

In Turkey, the world, the exact fate of men to women, the politics, the Turkish Kurds living a good long talk about that, but my official signature on the mother rather than finger prints.

Turkish expression, such as Kurdish sincere, simple and fluid, but can not write the story of the life of my mother.

However, what lessons will be given, what virtues are to be transferred in that story.

knowledge is knowing yourself is knowing knowledge knowledge ...

Living in the geography, "Xwenas" in ( "self-knowledge, the original knowledge") of the greatest virtue, and vice versa, the "Xwenenas" in one of the worst insults decency that has grown with us.

"What the family, nor is the money of people who do noble. Itself is aware Aslolan people, say my mother, "will deny the fact of what his, what else will change no one. "

The main engine of my repertoire is saying:

"Bê Hesinê basis, what dibîte tevir, what dibîte mer, ne jî das" (Aslı-essential non-ferrous What is Digg, what a shovel, nor sickle.)

My mother (and father) to deter us from our self-taught to read. Six brothers in elementary school and learned English. Such as Kurdish, Turkish asked us to give rights to both the. But at home, in Mesopotamia, the ancient language of my mother is talking.

His home, report back in the day we went with our Cossack Cossack on the report but he is still in my mother's eyes. Neighborhood children to reward the diligent, will encourage a less successful.

Maybe the father report to show that pleasure can not live. But his heart does not allow him to rebuke, "the Xwezî xwendiba, bila milekî of neba," der stops only, ie, "if only we had read that you have a olmayıversindi my arms."

His head upright, dignified position in without sacrificing, without derogation from the nobility, the Kurds were very much like what conditioner to stop reading before my mother.

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He do not like to be deprived of reading, we are jealous of their children. Most of the three girls. By sending to the university asked us to be an example for other women. Not only we, the daughters of others might be reading.

He insists that men want to send to school with her when, in the middle "Come on girls to school," there was no more.

Glad that the campaign began. But the sour was a joy to ours. Witness, the two successive events, can not put the name helped me to understand why my acridity.

Campaign had just begun. Invited a group of journalists from various parts of the majority, Istanbul ", the Straits" in a house overlooking a dinner we were sitting chatting. "Oh how beautiful, look Hakkari" read it and become a lawyer, "so I would" compliment "the lady," "Come on girls to school" campaign, what are you thinking about? "He said. Sitting at a table between a lady went into another:

"What we consider a sweetheart, Eastern girls to read and to get rid of ignorance. The biggest problem is not ignorance of our country? "

Around the approval is expected, then return and asked me: "there already due to ignorance do not support terrorism?"

Kurds in the table is the only tasteless me we have to answer questions and to not leave any large group working in a broadcast journalist, into words and a short time ago, lived in the beginning of a campaign event told.

"Come on girls to school" campaign, has given full support to run the newspaper, reporters and writers were sent to the region by bus. He is also volunteer, joined the tour. Authorities themselves have been too hot for cities and were accommodated. Even with the second stop in the province's governor has accepted the authorities themselves.

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Journalists continued: "Governor, was a good long talk about the campaign's hayatiyet, or even been late, he said. He was so enthusiastic that we have asked and wondered. Why switch?

"Governor, 'Sir, of course, too late, because the more we teach Turkish to Kurdish girl, I was out, the faster the Kurdish life. The girl child will be taught to teach Turkish and Turkish Kurdish bit time would be, "he said.

"The governor's speech was followed by a silence. We all look at each other. The aim of such a campaign could not be regulated, perhaps not want to believe. "

Journalist, anecdote, the "out of the room was not my decision: this unconscionable for the Kurds, and I stand against assimilation policy not find it disgusting, I say stay away from the heart my debts. I went back to Istanbul, "he finished.

Don had. How he ended up the invitation, I do not remember.

EV remained unhappy KIZLAR Residential

From that night in the Strait of journalists do not remember anything except anlattiklarinin but a few months after the force of the Hakkari "The villagers Göçer eat a group of foreign journalists to do with the visit I remember as if it were yesterday. Çukurca crowded with a very modest family went home soil

We talked with all but one of the journalists home of a family aklı preteen two girls had been. Guest, "which are spoken in the language" when asked, like any other little girls do not speak Kurdish, Turkish Kurdish answer my question that I noticed. English "ye have not from the difficulty of translation, did not care. Reporter was strange." We Kurdish "You're not able to fully understand," said.



The question of why the girls look so unhappy with the answers, hit all of us:



"Because today, holiday, school closed, we have to stay at home."



Lies in the school week, were out Evciler weekend. Want to come home:



"Because there's places, and the concrete walls. Hot water is leaking from above. No dust, no mud. Most of them can not like, there is hot food. "



Mud sıvalı, two rooms in the house crowded with family, you the mother of the language was prohibited, but deny the concrete, the bathroom, sometimes they turn out to be, men shave their hair cut like the girl in boarding school, often staying open to the consent of her case was clear. Learn the language of power, and had bid farewell to the master of the language. Try to enter the university, wanted to go here a moment ago.



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Home iğreti position in the family, read from the roots of it all if you remember that girl children are inside, the decision, my heart is surging, in the eyes of my age.

This is why, my humanity, my femininity, and the Kurds my citizenship when I strike the balance, "Come on girls to school," squat, remains missing. The geography of the deplorable state of their choice women, of course, Mevlana of "says," to know science "is.

So, or "know thyself"? Family residential zones are taken away from poor schools devşir Kurds are the root of parents to educate generations of humane solution ashamed? All district schools to convert to a residential area fraternal solution?

Çukurca with your little brother, especially in Kurdish language is not nothing to be ashamed, I mean. But children are ashamed of their parents gariban my hands not of the heart to hit your face. Shutting up.



My love of the language of an Approval



My tale of nine dead and greedy, can not forget my mother's lullaby is the Kurdish language.



"What Xwedê ecela muhrîyekê jî bi zarokên on deck" (He's even an ant to death by the hand are the children) I pray that it is my home.



Who taught me to love the language of love is not an Kurdish.



Information lover mother, then 60, decided to learn literacy. We have read the novels did not cut. Not yet on the phone numbers to memorize an Approval. can not yet name. "I will read," he has kept.



Alphabet lover anam, "q, w, x, e", including the two letters, one is detachable. the first letter of the Prime Minister "a me going. TRT sound" sihhet xweş ... are based, but not for show "he would.



Then, the grandson of Kurdish in schools would like lessons. Girl or boy, all boys, I can read without Mother tongues forget. I let my son be better - for both home and their homeland.



Ah Kurdish and coronach only the permission of the Turkish language, are also now saying.