We resisted in those times despite all the violence and torture we didn’t want to live a fake life and we claimed our identities. If I wanted a fake life, I would sit right beside my mother. There is a thing called being “me”, and we’ve paid prices for being “us”.
“I’ve left tears behindI’ve left a spouse crying in tearsI’ve left my left side desolated, heyHow would you knowWho I got crossed with” Ahmet Kaya