I'd like to tell you about cowife that contuning from ancient times and our grandmothers described as death clothes.I’ve watched a documentary and in that, there are men,who has 2 wife or more than, and woman,who is been cowife, and their point of view this situation. When you ask men why they have 2 wife or more than; Firstly, a man says that If one of them dies, can I stay alone? I can’t. One of them dies, the other is ready. I don’t understand how can the man says that? I think this is selfishness.
The other man says that I want her and I get her. That’s all. According to Sharia, you can have 4 wife. When you see King of Kuwait and Saudi, they have 80-90 wife but due to economic problems, we can get 2-3 wife. I have 10 daughter, whenever I want a new wife, I’ll change one of them for a new wife for me. When the second woman says not to allow her daughter, the husband says that the rifle is behind the door and has 80 bullets. So it means that the more money you have, the more women or the more money the more greed. I hope this mentality always remains poor. The women and the girls are not doll of men.
And another man says that why should I have 10 children when I have 20 children? He spoke greedyily, as if offering each child a very good life.
And women! Women begin to explain bitterly the fact that the past days that have not passed. One of them says that cowife is something like putting them in the grave and covering them up. In my opinion they die because their spirits no longer exist. Whenever I watch the woman, her voice is stabbing a dagger to my heart. You're so right I just want to listen to you and cry.
Another says that even if I know about my brother's death, cowife is worse than it. Cowife is like a nonputrescible bough. How else could it be defined?
Another woman says I thought that what was cowife? just two women together live very well. When I came this home, I understood that it was so difficult. Be cowife is so difficult for new woman and old woman.
The other woman says that I was 11 when I got married. When I was 12, cowife came home and pointed to the person next to her.I haven't understood anything yet. Everyone had a second wife, and I thought it was a tradition. Oh my God! It's hard to be a woman.You should see how she told us in a helpless way. Her husband,who is next to his second wife, says that we saw each other at the wedding and fell in love and got married. But they're both useless. I'll take another one. 100 men, police office and turkish government can't stop me. When I watched them, I was shocked. And I have seen how ignorant the man has.I'm very sorry for him because he's never going to be satisfied. There are so many women who commit suicide. Cowife is like a death gown. I hope this ordeal ends immediately.
It is the 3rd millennium. For almost a hundred years Atatürk has laid immobile in his tomb in Anıtkabir of Türkiye. He is the Father of Turks by the will of the gods, and master of a hundred cities by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Ottomans. He is the Carrion Lord of Türkiye for whom a thousand loyal souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, Atatürk continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the Greek-infested miasma of the Aegean Sea, the only route between Black Sea and Mediterranean Sea, their way lit by Nutuk, the psychic manifestation of Atatürk's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncountable trenches. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Kemalus, the Kemal Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Jendarme and countless police forces, the ever-vigilant Anayasa Mahkemesi and the CHP - priests of the Adeptus Kemalus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from Islamists, Apoists, half-Turks and worse.
To be a Turk in our time is to be one amongst untold millions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of our times. Forget the power of Turkic Nationalism and Spirit of the Steppe, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of TURAN and Unity, for in the grim darkness of the present, there is only war. There is no peace in home or abroad, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of a thirsting Arab God.
Before begin to read, I generally glance at the notes of the book, and except the content, notes are so rich in this book. There are myriad of reference book, news and article which are make the book reliable. Therefore, this book are both trustworthy and far-reaching in terms of content and source.
Even though the name of book looks like inclusion that author mention about only future issues, Harari explains a lot of problems, with their causes, both belong to past and present. For instance, he tried to clarify that is there any difference between homo sapiens and all other animals,or is homo sapiens superior life form compared to other species.In this context, Harari recount the story of homo sapiens, neanderthals, denisovans and so forth. On the basis of scientific fact and archeological findings a lot of astonishing information are unfolded about our species. For instance, some people who live in Middle East or Europe carry 4 percent neanderthal genes.
In addition to first part, Harari begin to touch upon the contemporary world in second chapter. For example, what kind of world did humans create? And then he endeavour to enlighten future problems, especially related to technology. That is because today, compared to ancient times, religion no longer rule the globe, technology already overthrown it, and became superior over the God and religion. Event today, big brothers are watching you, not God. The advance in technological devices can result in the occurrence of useless class, that Harari put great emphasis on this idea.
Consequently, humans are story teller animals. In every part of history they created a tale and believed them, blindly. Nevertheless, recently these stories have not valid even though numerous people pursue religious books.
'Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?' 'Yes.' 'All like ours?' 'I don't know; but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard tree. Most of them splendid and sound -a few blighted.' 'Which do we live on -a splendid one or a blighted one?' 'A blighted one.'