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Archive for June 6, 2008
unutmamak icin…
June 6, 2008 by admin.
Ezilen, asagilanan, cinsel taciz ve fiziksel siddete maruz kalan, mal yerine konulan, kirli savaslarda canlarindan can kattiklarini yitiren, namuslarinin bacaklari arasinda ya da sac tellerinde gizli oldugu henuz kucuk birer kiz cocuguyken kafalarina kazinan, oyunlariyla beraber gulusleri de yarim kalmis, zamanla bakislari once kadinligindan sonra varolusundan utanir hale gelen butun kadinlarin acilarini anlatmak mumkun mudur? Khaled Hosseini denemis bu zor isi Bin Muhteşem Güneş (A Thousand Splendid Suns) isimli kitabinda. Bu acilari yasayanlardan ozur dileyerek, okuduklarimi, okurken zihnimde canlananlari ve bunlarin sadece Afganistan’da degil, maalesef kendi ulkemde hem de belki tam da o an yasaniyor oldugunu unutmak istedigimi itiraf etmeliyim. Unutmamak icin not dusuyorum;
“When it’s time for Jalil to leave, Mariam always stood in the doorway and watched him exit the clearing, deflated at the thought of the week that stood, like and immense, immovable object, between her and his next visit. Mariam always held her breath as she watched him go. She held her breath and, in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didn’t breathe, God will grant her another day with Jalil.”
~~~
“What a stupid girl you are! You think you matter to him, that you’re wanted in his house? You think you’re a daughter to him? That he is going to take you in? Let me tell you something. A man’s heart is a wrenched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you. I’m the only one who loves you. I’m all you have in this world, Mariam, and when I’m gone you’ll have nothing. You are nothing!!”
~~~
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