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Father’s Day and Mahmut Dayım

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“Any man can be a father,

but it takes a special person to be a dad.”

 

 

 

Decades ago, I have taken a picture of my former husband in a similar pose as the man featured above – with our daughter, our only child. Such images are not rare to run into – in hard copy or digital form.  We often make the mistake of equating that tender moment’s capture with a lifelong promise of unconditional acceptance, respect and love for the newborn child.  Time only tests whether that precious and most important call is, in fact, honored by each parent.  Whether unconditional love prevails.

My point of interest, though, is not at all my daughter’s father but rather my fathers.  No confusion, please: I have only one biological father.  He is turning 87 this year. He has been good to me.  He still is good to me.  Babalar Günü’n kutlu olsun, babacığım!

Then there is my uncle-dad.  My mother’s older brother – the only surviving sibling out of three.  It is to him I dedicate my post today. For always being by my side – although a continent away; for giving me strength through my small hurdles or most trying ordeals; for having proven to me time and again what I have been hearing him tell me since the age when I finally realized his presence: “you are my daughter also”; for worrying about my health while still in the hospital after his emergency surgery following an almost fatal internal bleeding; for never leaving me out of his caring soul even during his life-threatening conditions – not only during the first, or the second but also after the third kind of cancer’s attack.

Dayıcığım: Babalar Gün’ün kutlu olsun!
hülya kızın

 

 

 

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My Father My Dad.The Chatter Blog

Two famous fathers of Turkish birth singing for their daughters:


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Massacre in Turkey and Father’s Day

Dear Readers:

I have hesitated for a long time before posting this plea to you.  My sense of judgment, outrage at violence, especially, when unprovoked, love for humanity brought me to my senses along with my conviction that we all may one day end up in a similar state of being, when information becomes a must toward helping others who are being subjected to government-ordered brutality and absolute censorship.  Hence, my post.

The situation in Turkey is getting worse, in that that the government ups its forces and violence and is not keeping it a secret. Tomorrow has already dawned in Turkey, very soon the UNARMED protesters will be facing the violent (not to stop the people but to hurt in any which way they can), brutal (if chemically mixed pressured water won’t hurt as much as they like, one on one hits with whatever they have on them, which is always the most compared to the protesters who have nothing), merciless (no age group is immune as the reports keep coming in). Some call this “civil war”, including Turkey’s current prime minister who caused all this division to the nation but bear in mind: It can’t be civil war, for only one side is armed. His.  It has been already quite a suffering to which he objected his own population thus far already but June 16, 2013 – tomorrow/today in Turkey may and most likely will get worse. It is father’s day. From the outset of his political journey, aiming to erase not only the name but all history of and about Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, called affectionately THE FATHER OF THE TURKS since 1923, the said prime minister is claimed to have planned to do everything in his power to cast for that role once and for all.  Please be aware with regard to the most time-tested English-speaking international news coverage (Christiane Amanpour is a best point to start) to the best that you can and spread the word. There is no Turkey-based English news coverage to which I can refer you at the moment (and most likely for a long time to come), as the reliable ones are either shut or going through governmental investigation.  I refuse to play into your emotional side and am therefore not posting anything visual or audio-captured, whether overly disturbing or not.  Nor will I ever do here.  My heartfelt thanks for listening to me.

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