History: 12.01.2001
(İstanbul)
Cold bodies, beneath the cotton-like falling snow, darkening lives, and an unrelenting winter night... A mind trapped between reality and imagination, whispered from a small body: "I'm cold, Karan." The air was extremely cold and the voice was hoarse.
The shivering little girl was wishing to be able to play the star circle game with her friend the next day. She looked at the hands of the little boy next to whom she quickly tried to warm her hands. The boy was wearing gloves. Trying not to make her voice heard by the tough, stern-looking men around, the little girl whispered once more, "Please give me your gloves!" But she was met with a stern gaze in response.
You're not a gentleman at all. I hate you. Do you understand me? Hate!" The boy, who turned the almost black tones into the little girl's reddish-brown eyes, could barely control his anger. "Come on, come here!" a loud voice was heard. The little girl and the boy recoiled in fear and turned their gazes to each other. The boy was full of anger at the owner of the reddish-brown eyes and his hands were balled into fists. "Shut up!" he shouted as he looked at the girl's face.
He turned slightly backwards and kicked the snow. The kick scattered white snow to the ground and a red stain appeared. They could not have known at that moment that it was a harbinger of a bad event.
They turned around and were faced with the four bodies that their parents were tied to. They had to face the violence of the incident and the brutality of its aftermath.
They were holding each other's arms, blindfolded and standing, wishing for death. The little girl Maria looked at her mother's bloody face with horror. He was scared. Maria was afraid of blood. The little boy, Karan, was absently wandering around the discarded razor marks on his father's bare chest.
There was a man at the head of each of them and they were holding them as if they wanted to hurt them. What revenge was this?
Why did they become like this? They were too young to think about these things. They were only being blown away by the roar of fear and death that surrounded their souls. The dance of fire was now performing. "You!" The owner of this loud voice was calling out to Maria.
Maria, walking towards the big man with small steps and stumbling feet, stopped right next to him and raised her head and asked, "Does it hurt that much?" asked. The big man answered Maria's heartbreaking question by saying, "It must hurt so much." he replied. The little girl's eyes filled with tears. Beads of water droplets began to flow from his eyes like a river. The man bent his knee and caressed Maria's hair. His hands smelled of blood. "You smell blood, big guy. Did you piss them off?" The man responded with a small smile. "I didn't do it. My men did." The little girl continued to cry angrily. "I will destroy your men." The big man responded with a smile again. Death was just a simple word for him. "Tell me, do you love your mother or your father more?" Maria turned and looked at them both.
After his parents' eyes fell on what Karan was trying to do, to which he said, "You're not a gentleman at all." He took off his tiny gloves and was trying to get his parents to wear them so that his hands would not get cold. "Come on, choose one now." He bent his neck and said, "I chose my father." "Your father will live, but your mother will be an angel." The little girl's eyebrows furrowed. His heartfelt cries became even stronger. "But angels don't belong here." The big man nodded his head in approval. "Yes, angels do not belong here, but one day your mother will grow wings and fly and come to you." The little girl's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked quickly. asked. "Indeed," said the man, pointing his hand at Karan and inviting him to join him.
The weather was gloomy; Karan started walking. He ran to his mother and father, feeling sad that he could not put on his gloves. The ground was covered with snow and hearts were filled with fear. he asked Karan. Now it was his turn to choose. "Shall your mother live or your father live?" He thought and finally made his decision. "Hooray for my mother."
