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Even though ‘’The nights on the Mediterranean are very special’’, it is very terrible for a thoughtful, sensitive person to remember those who are bound to live in the tents of Kizilay (the Red Moon)…. As a matter of fact while he is sipping his tea in front the tv in his warm room; outside the weather is getting so cold that it becomes a must to run the central heating. Moreover, the rain season has started and the old tents of the earthquake victims are letting the water in. Because the drainage channels have been constructed with utmost neglect and carelessness (which is our specific future), everything sinks into the mud and there is a total misery prevailing all over the place… Under these conditions how can one feel good !… According to the notes from the press, the rain water goes into one third of the prefabricated houses. They, too, are being defeated by the rain… And… Wishing for patience and submission to the divine will in that life going on amongst the vast sea of smelling mud… These are some of the dramatic scenes lived in the ‘cities of tents’ that have been constructed after the earthquake. These cities consisting of tents were built in Ýzmit-Yalova-Adapazarý and Düzce in the empty land close to the ruins of the buildings that have been a grave for thousands of people... In addition to these, there are the limited conditions for hygiene, the lack of the necessary medicine for curing the people; also the coming of the epidemics, the chronic diseases one after the other and the collapse of the physical bodies… The cries of the mothers whose children have become ill, the little children playing in the mud who want to save themselves from the boredom of the daily life… On the other hand
the Islamic principle ‘’when your neighbor is hungry, you cannot go
to bed with a full stomach’’, which is the automatic outcome of
the Islamic way of life, has
almost been erased from the memories of
those insensitive people… The insensitive attitude of those, who have got stuck in the mud of the crimes and their way of life, alongside the humans who have tried to be helpful with all their capacity… The prevailing understanding regarding the dinner parties is similar to ‘’the magnificent feasts given by the Pharaoh where the bird’s milk was also served’’ as Mawlana had once stated… While living in
this manner the tongues keep on repeating the phrase ‘’a democratic,
many dimensional, and a many sided life’’… The help which
was made with great excitement at the beginning to
heal the bleeding wounds has left its place to a peculiar
understanding of destiny which says that ‘’today has already been
created in yesterday’’… The one who has
suffered knows the pain most… They are the
habitants of the tent city, who are full
of sorrow, who are helpless and who do not have any other alternative for
having a better way of life… No one can know
and understand how such ordinary people are rejecting the defeat in such a
race made under so unequal
conditions. Nobody thinks
about the life going on in the tents… As a matter of
fact, everybody is living in
a tent of his own, but he is unable to notice it and become aware of
it. Even though the nights on the Mediterranean are very special, the life in the tent city has a very special style too. Hoping to meet you next week…Ahmet F. Yüksel
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