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Remains of the Funeral
So we buried my father. In the past I always thought that when people go through such emotional traumas, their minds would be so clouded that they couldn’t be aware of anything that was happening around them. A haze, I thought, would have surrounded them and they wouldn’t remember a thing once it is all Continue reading
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Farewell to my Baba
My father is dead. I am staring at this sentence that I have just typed. My father is dead. This is my own father whom I am taking about. Not the father of a character from my novel. My father. “Come on,” says a voice in me. “There is NO way!” The voice in me Continue reading
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Bicycle Pump Part 5
take me to the beginning… My plan worked out pretty well: Esin and I came back home for lunch unnoticed. In the hustle and bustle of lunch preparation, I easily sneaked back to the master bedroom and unloaded the contents of my backpack back in the closet. During lunch, Esin was quieter than usual but Continue reading
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Bicycle Pump Part 4
back to the previous parts… I looked over to the other side where Ruya, Mina and their brother were anxiously waiting for us to pass. Technically, they were already in “Club waters.” Behind them stretched the private beach with long chairs and striped cushions, matching umbrellas, sun bathing moms and swimming children. A few Continue reading
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Bicycle Pump Part 3
(this way to the previous chapters…) They did not have swimming suits, so we brought an extra pair with us. They always wore our clothes anyway. They were so small compared to me and Esin, so when our clothes did not fit us anymore our moms gave them to Ruya and Mina. Every time they Continue reading
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