{"id":3698,"date":"2023-05-15T13:30:50","date_gmt":"2023-05-15T10:30:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hernefes.com\/?p=3698"},"modified":"2023-05-21T13:21:41","modified_gmt":"2023-05-21T10:21:41","slug":"a-childs-adventure-of-becoming-human","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hernefes.com\/en\/a-childs-adventure-of-becoming-human\/","title":{"rendered":"A Child&#8217;s Adventure of Becoming Human"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe style=\"border-radius:12px\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/episode\/6E7XiF3lyflXStfgAfZme0?utm_source=generator\" width=\"330px\" height=\"80\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"\" allow=\"autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; fullscreen; picture-in-picture\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right wp-block-paragraph\">To the beloved soul of my mother, to all mothers and mothers of the future&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I love my mom very much. You&nbsp;might&nbsp;say, \u201cSo what?\u201d \u201cEveryone loves their mother very much.\u201d&nbsp;It is true, of course, everyone loves their mother&nbsp;a lot. Every mother carries her child in her womb for nine months,&nbsp;she doesn\u2019t eat herself but feeds her child, she doesn\u2019t wear herself but dresses her child and when her child is ill, she feels down and blue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I was born diseased, visually impaired, and so small that today&nbsp;I would be called premature. I had other&nbsp;nonapparentproblems, which I found out by chance at a later age. Like having only one kidney, but my mother never knew that. Not once did my mother say, \u201cGod, why was my child born like this!\u201d I&nbsp;know because&nbsp;I would have felt it&nbsp;if she said so. This is how I learned from my mother to resign oneself to and to seek refuge in God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">We were five siblings.&nbsp;I&#8217;ve never seen my mother treat me with privilege. When my brother and I were five or six years old,&nbsp;shemade us take turns washing the dishes.&nbsp;She would never say, \u201cShe&nbsp;doesn\u2019t see&nbsp;so she&nbsp;can\u2019t do it.\u201d&nbsp;She&nbsp;would&nbsp;describe&nbsp;us how to wash&nbsp;them. If&nbsp;she&nbsp;did me any favor, it&nbsp;must have been&nbsp;in&nbsp;her&nbsp;prayers, because I always felt the hand of God protecting me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">My mother was illiterate. When my sister and brothers started school,&nbsp;she learned reading to a degree&nbsp;with them. My mother taught me&nbsp;writing. In fact, the first word I wrote was the word \u201cmother\u201d. The \u201cmother\u201d who taught me to be determined and diligent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I learned to listen from my mother. No matter who is&nbsp;speaking to&nbsp;you;&nbsp;old or young, smart or crazy, even if they are not in front of you like on the radio or on the phone, to listen until they finish\u2026 There was a very distant relative on my father\u2019s side; everyone called him&nbsp;Crazy&nbsp;Mehmet,&nbsp;but&nbsp;we called him Uncle Mehmet. One day my father brought him home. Somehow, he couldn\u2019t return to his village, to his home that day. He&nbsp;was&nbsp;covered in filth. Maybe he hasn\u2019t seen a bath in months. My mother didn\u2019t&nbsp;even&nbsp;scold my father, but&nbsp;she&nbsp;said, \u201cLet\u2019s give the poor guy a bath, so that his body can relax a little.\u201d The man was exhausted from lice and itching. My mother gave him a bath, dressed him in my father\u2019s clothes, washed his clothes and dried them on the stove. Then&nbsp;she&nbsp;chatted with Uncle Mehmet until he fell asleep.&nbsp;That was what it means to care for human beings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">We were little; my mother used to tell us stories.&nbsp;The stories which, in her own childhood they had heard from their grandparents when the whole family gathered around the hearth in the evenings or the stories of the battles of Hz. Ali read by their older brothers who were literate. We would listen to my mother with excitement, with&nbsp;complete&nbsp;attention. We always wanted to be the noble Ali who showed the will to choose Islam at a young age, the&nbsp;strong&nbsp;Ali whose pen made him call himself \u201cthe gate of&nbsp;wisdom\u201d in the face of ignorance when he grew up, and Ali who was the \u201cLion of God\u201d in the face of oppression with his sharp sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I am six years old. I will undergo my first eye surgery in Ankara. My father is crouching and crying. My mother said, \u201cWhat are you doing in front of the child, you big boy?\u201d and brought my father to his senses. That\u2019s when I learned from my mother how to&nbsp;stand&nbsp;strong and&nbsp;be&nbsp;resilient&nbsp;even when I was&nbsp;hurting inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I was whiny for once in my life. And not just like that,&nbsp;irritatingly. After the surgery, we&nbsp;were traveling&nbsp;around Ankara. I saw a tricycle.&nbsp;I demanded it persistently, \u201cI want it, I want it.\u201d \u201cOkay, we\u2019ll&nbsp;buy&nbsp;it in Giresun,&nbsp;we&nbsp;promise.\u201d \u201cI want to have it right now.\u201d It was not&nbsp;bought&nbsp;in Ankara, but&nbsp;they bought&nbsp;it&nbsp;in Giresun. I made that day in Gen\u00e7lik Park, unbearable both for my parents and for myself. Through this incident, I learned not to be weakened by unnecessary compassion in the face of irrational and unreasonable demands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I never upset my mother,&nbsp;never disobeyed her or broke her heart. I wasn\u2019t afraid of my mother. On the contrary, I was afraid of upsetting my mother. My mom didn\u2019t throw slippers at me. When we brought the toys we had made from mud home to dry them in the oven,&nbsp;she never&nbsp;said, \u201cWhat are all these messes doing in the house?\u201d and didn\u2019t throw them out.&nbsp;When we brought out all the pillows, blankets, cushions and whatever we found and played house when she wasn\u2019t at home, she never scolded and never said, \u201cWhat a mess!\u201d She just told us to tidy up and taught us to act responsibly and to be tolerant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I learned a lot from my mother. To be patient, to be merciful, to forgive, not to lie, to be loyal, to be helpful, to tell stories, to listen to the radio, to sing, to pray, to call the chest the \u201cBoard of Faith\u201d, to love people, to love butterflies, to love flowers and to smile no matter what\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify wp-block-paragraph\">I was with\u00a0her\u00a0at\u00a0her\u00a0death. When I covered my face on the\u00a0sofa she was lying\u00a0and cried, \u201cMother, don\u2019t be offended, I can\u2019t afford to lift you up and down anymore,\u201d\u00a0she\u00a0lifted\u00a0her\u00a0weak hand with difficulty and placed it on my head. The last thing I learned from my mother, who consoled me with a last caress, saying, \u201cI don\u2019t\u00a0feel offended, my daughter,\u201d was that even though mothers die, their caring hands continue to caress the heads of their children. If anyone still doesn\u2019t understand why I love my mother so much,\u00a0let me tell. I am \u201chuman\u201d because of my mother, and I am\u00a0totally\u00a0my mother\u2019s daughter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To the beloved soul of my mother, to all mothers and mothers of the future&#8230; I love my mom very much. 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