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Mothers hugged their children tightly, everyone recited thousands of years of prayers they knew. The men did not use weapons. They did not act like men that day. When the fireball approached the tents without even zigzagging, they saw a black horseman coming like lightning from behind, and they were completely stunned and screamed. A few of them knelt down, raised their heads and hands in the air, and were begging...
...He tried to give meaning to his survival by saying "Allah who does not kill does not kill." When those damn uncles raided their village, so many of their relatives died; All those children... Like his beloved father, whose face he could not even see, his noble grandfather, the great Seyitxan, they all disappeared in an instant. He had killed his mother when he was born, but that little baby, hugged by the old, sad Enci, did not know what it was like to die. Çilosman, this is a bitch; "Yes, this is fate," he clenched his teeth once again. If fate had not wanted it this way, would he have been able to survive despite all the danger and all the pain? No one could bear this trouble, the burden of the world was unbearable. And it was like he had nine lives just to suffer all these troubles...
