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The fear, sadness and tearfulness that fills my soul every morning when I hear the adhan disappear when I think that with the dawn of day, that night has come to an end and a new day with hopes is beginning. To me, hope is like a fertile garden where colorful flowers bloom, but there are also poisonous weeds and vines. I, too, start the day by holding on to the chaos of hope.
This text has been automatically translated from Turkish. Show Original
The fear, sadness and tearfulness that fills my soul every morning when I hear the adhan disappear when I think that with the dawn of day, that night has come to an end and a new day with hopes is beginning. To me, hope is like a fertile garden where colorful flowers bloom, but there are also poisonous weeds and vines. I, too, start the day by holding on to the chaos of hope.