“As we entered the last month of the year, Abdullah was preparing to get out of the hellish chaos he was living in. The questions he had been chasing since the first day of primary school, where he went in his worn-out dress, his chest full of fear, without knowing what troubles would happen to him, were now beginning to find their answers. His conversations with Haki had become very intense lately. It was as if a volcano was boiling inside him, ready to erupt. All claims to the contrary began to lose their validity forever. He had no doubts. The night he decided to tell, he couldn’t sleep until the morning. That night was the longest night he had ever experienced. He looked forward to Haki coming home early in the morning. But when Haki came home, he found her in her normal state every day. While he was eating his lunch, which consisted of bulgur rice, pickles and onions, which he prepared in twenty minutes and brought to the table, there was no unusual atmosphere in his behavior. When they sat down to chat after dinner, Haki thought he was listening to one of Abdullah’s usual speeches. However, this time the words were flying out of Abdullah’s tongue like bullets. Again, a long historical journey, national problems in detail, the historical relationship between Kurds and Turks and the great injustices the Kurds were subjected to… He brought what he said and concluded it in two words:

– So far, no one has dared to name the problem. But now the time has come…”