Have I seen a lot...
Now think about it:
a drunkard husband, a paralyzed child, then a burnt son,
then another son wasn't taken care of at the hospital and died.
This is Tahire, her home burnt down Tahire.
Tahire...
I was a bride at 17, started my home.
Twenty days later my husband left the house.
I waited for him to be attached back to his home everyday until he died.
I've neither been able to make him eat what I cooked,
nor make him wear what I sewed or make him sit at my table.
He was a husband though. Well... A husband.
My eldest son…
My sister-in-law's house burnt down,
and with the house so did my sister-in-law and my son.
He was there to visit them.
We sent him to Polatlý to have a haircut.
And from Polatlý he goes over there to Yaðýr.
That night their house burns down.
My sister-in-law's daughter burned. My son burned.
I would say to my husband: "Suay, where shall we find you?
If we die, we would stink high to heaven.
We would stink high to heaven, but still we wouldn't be able find you."
My husband didn't make it to our funeral, my sweetheart.
That was the kind of husband I lived in this world together with.
His best friend was the booze: his bedfellow booze,
his mate in the street booze…
Two at home, there are three kids, there is a wife,
what they do, what they eat, what they drink…
I mean, I hope no one lives what I lived as a woman,
it would be a pity for the women.
I say someone must've cursed me…
They must've said let her each day come down as worse than before.
But I am happy.
I swear how I praise my God; my God loves me a lot.
The night before, we were talking with Seylan and Fatma,
"and so God loves you back" to my niece her mother said.
Cross my heart, God loves me a lot Aslý.
My God puts me through a test every minute, let him do.
I am content. I say it is from God.
Crying in despair, I go through the deed.
I say my God it came from you.
I mean, I say, this has an end.
"My dearest Nuri, what is your problem?" I would say,
"My little one," I would say, mind you.
I've got beaten by him, I still said my little one.
And my mummy, he would say back at me.
What his problem was, we never knew.
Apparently something was bugging him, so to say my dear.
We would wake up in the morning to find him broken the house down…
I mean, if this is what it means to be a woman,
it is very hard my sweetheart.
If this means being a woman, it is very hard.
His pain was something else,
his absence was something other.
We lost all we have got.
Debt after debt all the time.
That bank calls, this bank calls, than the other bank calls, and then the other one calls...
Girl, I never said that before.
Never before.
I used to love children.
Used to love them a lot.
Since men cannot give birth, I've never even once said I wanted to be a man, mind you.
Never said it, up until you asked, would you believe me?
I was always content with what I had.
I cried my eyes out…
Couldn't you do without a husband, now I ask to myself.
You see, life goes on without a husband, I don't know for how many years now.
Pillows would get soaked from tears running down.
I would say my God am I such a terrible woman,
am I such an ugly woman, so that Suay does what he does?
Why is he like that?
Why does he drink, why doesn't he come home?
So many, so many other things…
Just think about it,
you go to a long distance road trip with your husband twice,
and both times, he doesn't take you into his car.
I loved my husband always,
he put me down all the time.
I always loved him though.
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