If I have a child one day, I’d like it to be a daughter. All my life I have always felt that would be the case. Maybe that’s what I secretly wanted.
With her curly, wavy blonde hair, the smarty-pants little girl runs here and there, spreading joy. Laughing and smiling at the same time, she continues to grow up without realising it.
The excitement of school, her first love, physical and emotional changes, the effort to differentiate herself from the feeling of not belonging to the times, a kind of personal crisis that may be temporary, dilemmas… Then perhaps a new turn and motherhood, the definition of adulthood, worries.
Now her life has developed into a completely different situation. This life is really pregnant with different experiences. I couldn’t even think of including my own happiness in that framework.
Raise her, let her grow up, let her do it… Let time come and go, let her become a good person. Let her realise her individual and social existence. Let her get into trouble now and then, let her move, let her be forced by life; let her be a benevolent person, let her help, let her hold someone’s arm, let her stand on her own two feet.
What is the difference between the actions of a man who is equal to her or a human being who always seems to be the same? Sometimes you think so, but you are wrong, because woman is the symbol of existence and life.
Not just here and there, sometimes in a mythology or a fairy tale. In this country, in this city, in this land, or perhaps they appear unexpectedly somewhere else.
One is Joan, another is Park, the other is Gökçen… Cleopatra, Woolf, Christie, Curie; you remember her from the double Nobel Prize. Although these are only some names, you know, hear, learn from history, there were countless women, heavenly.
Think about your family’s memories and stories. Who knows what they have been through, where time has taken them. The self-sacrificing mothers or those who put up with our difficulties…
Today and tomorrow in the blink of an eye. Look! My little baby is now a woman who tosses her hair. I’m glad you were born, I’m glad you exist, you bring colour to us. May every day be yours, I’m your equal, you mighty one.
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The journey commenced with tree and snake’s embrace,
Its bite insatiable, devil’s work did menace.
Creator of love unbound, to man a solace
Or was it Adam who gave his heart to woman’s grace?
Is not your case eternal, no advocate in sight?
Endured countless trials, wounds opened to the light!
Stretch towards the blue, where clouds dance in flight
May heavens take your sorrows, if One resides in celestial height.
Some strong, some saint, some selflessly they give.
No hypocrisy among them, for truly they do live.
They don’t consume, but for others, they strive.
In battle against illness, they lead, they drive.
The tales they inspire, whispered ere sleep’s reign, In the warmest hugs, they hold, easing all pain, Both guide and child, in their hearts, they contain; Perhaps mothers, yet firstly, they are beauty’s sign.
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