At each new beginning, we find ourselves forming bonds with the details that feel familiar and draw our strength from them as we embark on writing our new story. Though the skies may shift and the trees may change, our memories remain ever with us – supporting us on our new journeys, holding our hands and carrying us toward our future. When you look at it this way, distances, new beginnings, and the unknown no longer feel uneasy. One gathers the courage once again to embark on new adventures.
Long live freedom!
I shoved the fragments of my broken heart into a bag and left for the other side of the world. Yet, no matter how far I traveled, these broken pieces cut and bled me with my every move – for years. In every city I chased the scent of its sea, in every street I yearned for the cobblestones, in every restaurant I searched for its laughter. And on all the nights I drank rakı, I wept for a love long gone.
This monster is everywhere in the world. In some places, it’s well-fed and aggressive, wreaking havoc openly. In others, it lurks silently underground, whispering in our ears at night, occasionally emerging to swallow a woman or two before returning to its underground headquarters.
Patriarchy…