This is a platform I’ve been following for almost two years. This is a platform I sometimes enter for crying and sometimes for being filled with hope. In 2 years, I saw how my closest ones could hurt me. I’ve been excluded from my family for my own benefit. I was all alone in my room when everybody was happy inside the house. This all happened just because I was unveiled. There is a saying that goes like, “If only the one who curses my religion became Muslim;” that’s exactly what I had been going through. With one difference, they were veiled when they were doing the worst things. I’m sick of this order, they are trying to make my life miserable, but they won’t be able to. The thought of running away comes to my mind very often, but I don’t want to do this. Among all the things that have happened, what my mother is going through hurts the most; how can I make her go through all this when she has reached a certain age and had endured everything for me? Yes, but I couldn’t silence the voice inside of me for years. Why should I hide what has been given to me underneath layers of cloth? I’m still living in this house under the same pressure, excluded from everything. Tomorrow is the feast; I would be less sad if I weren’t in this house. Despite all this, I know happy days will come.
(Image: Selma Gürbüz)