Semra. She is my cousin but we have never have a chance to meet until last year. She was at her 25 and had a girl. She used to live in Tatvan with her family but she was in Istanbul when we met. We didnt know each other even though we are blood cousin but her story has attracted my attention pretty much after I heard about her.
She was at the end of her story when we see each other or honestly, she didnt even see me, she was not even in that condition. I saw her from a long distance in a miserable situation.
As I said, she was at the end of her story and the last section of this a scenario-long story passed away by struggling with cancer at hospitals. She wasted away in a year and fall into desrepair. The situation she was in smashed her up since she got ill.
Semra passed away in a slum hospital in a hot summer day with her all dreams to experince good days with her family in the future and left relatives in tears. We all say that death is a kind of benefaction and we should bless it as well. This eternal depature was a release from all the pain she had. I prayed for her to be recovered in no time but I believe that Allah knows the best for her and He took her along for a better life.
Name of the daughter of Semra is Viyan and she lives in Tatvan right now. She got back to home after she lost her mother. Even though so small but she still was aware of the situation and she could sense the death of her mother at that time. When she saw me at the first time, she called me with my name and made me so surprised. She saw my picture when she went to the home of my elder sister and asked my sister for who is the guy in the pic and my sister told her that his name is Arif and he is your uncle. She interestingly didnt forget my name and my visage since the day we met.
When I left from the place she was at, she asked me about her mother and said my mom is going to die and you all still keep it back from me though we all believed that her mother would be better , so we always tried to console her and make her believe to the return of her mother one day. But her m
other went to a place where is impossible to return from and left her daughter behind, all alone in this world.
Why do I recall this story after passing one year over it? The reason is a song. This Kurdish song was available before the story of Semra but if you listen the song , you will see that as if the song has been written to narrate the story of Semra after she passed away. Sometimes we are all think that some songs address to the feelings we have and they say the story of us, we say. But this song is really seems to be written for the story of Semra. She loved to listen this song and she was a great vocalist too. She already adopted the lyrics of the song when she was singing it at the boring room of the hospital.
The name of the song is Birindar which means ‘I am injured’ in English. Birindar mentions abroad, sickness, loneliness, vulnerability,longing, suffering and anything difficult you see in the scenario of her life. These words compose the summary of the time she left behind.
When I write the last part of this post, my mom has come and gave me more details about the sickness of Semra. And according to the information I got from my mom, there was a love story at the background of this 25 years-long tearful life. My mom explained that Semra was in love with Zülfikar who is a guy from the same village but elders of the family went against the marriage of them and they gave Semra to another guy from another village. Once, when Semra returned to the village to visit her family, she saw Zülfikar at entrance of the village and had fainted. After this incident, my mom said that she became ill and getting worse gradually. And she said the pain of being separated from each other caused the death of Semra. This story can come so arabesque and simple to you but everyday, tens of such love stories happen at the land of Eastern of Turkey because of ignorance. Solution? Education!
Here is the original song you can listen to feel this miserable story.
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