Hope…

I noticed when I got some Eid messages that nowadays I think a lot about the meanings we put into words. I read a sentence like that in a novel, “Everyone seems to give a meaning, value to the words. Isn’t it as if two people speak two different languages ​​unless these values ​​are the same? “. For example, the word “Eid” has always meant happiness to me, until I met refugees who hated Eid. Unless people can buy a pair of red patent leather shoes that they can wear on the Eid morning, or stay apart from their loved ones, I think one cannot think that one can hate the Eid. For example, the word “winter” meant a season that I loved so much until I knew what this word meant for those living in refugee camps and homeless people. Then I realized that I could not love this word again. I had heard a lot about the words “blue” and “sea” expressing hope and freedom, but before I did not look at them from the viewpoint of refugees who tried to survive while passing to Europe with boats for a better life. In short, I understand that over time, each of us understands words with different meanings, because each of us carries a different story in our heart; different happiness, different concerns, different experiences. So, I think I’m getting more sensitive when I touch a person. This was the first time I noticed it in the “mother” and “family” words when I tried to avoid hurting someone while using these words. I learned another word from one of the earthquake survivors of Elazig. He feared the “loneliness” rather than fear of the earthquake. He said that even the fact that people were there and being with them alleviated the “fears” in him. I think most of the time human beings can be ointments for each other’s wounds. And life is more related to the reactions we give to what we have experienced rather than what we were experienced in life. I learned this when I listened to stories of people who could joke and laugh with their families even when their cities were bombing during a war. Our words, our reactions, the stories of the people around us are actually messages that are all waiting to be understood and read. I believe that when we can understand each other’s words, we can see a different world. With this hope…