موقع آمدن نان بخر الفارسية 1401

Şahin... My father, whom I have almost never seen, my mother's husband, whom I have almost never seen. I've been asking "Where is your father?" for years. I would love to be able to give instant answers to the question such as "at work", "at home", "he went to his hometown". I couldn't explain to anyone where my father was or how unfortunate he was. To admit, I too doubted his innocence at times. Our respect for fate changes with repetition. When something happens to us, we can accept it as a setback and put up with it; When this misfortune happens for the second time, we say that it will happen again and again. When it happens for the third time, we easily express our opinion by saying that everything happens to you. In the next repetitions, we say that if so many things happen to you, it means that you deserve all this. Even if she continues to live with all her innocence... Şermin Yaşar speaks from somewhere inside us. It blends the deepest sorrows of this geography with the most "us" life inexperiences. He heals our hurts with our laughable love. Reminding in every story that true literature is a staircase that goes down to "the soul of man".