In a second my mother's life went from the Kurdish life in the mountains of Gundê Eradina to barely escaping for her life against those rotten apples. In a split second, my mother's life went from being surrounded by her family to escaping toward what was internationally known as the borders of Turkey.
My mother's life did not end, but it was beaten, challenged, and not cared for. Living through being an unwanted refugee in Turkey to illegally crossing over to Greece at night made those seconds of normal in Gundê Eradina become a dream for my mother. While she is trying to remember those seconds before the war before being forced to escape and hide she was forced to marry a man she never met. While she was trying to remember those seconds before the war before being forced to escape and hide she was forced to say hello to her husband at their wedding for the first time.
Forced to marry and forced to flee she was now fighting to stay afloat in the depths of the water. Along with her husband and family. Just to be placed in a city where her new temporary home would be under a bridge in a local park. My families life was packed in a suitcase and pushed along through different borders and circumstances just to be broken into by unwanted guests. Taking valuables and throwing family photos. escaping with money, but throwing their clothes as disgusting fabrics.
There is no other word to describe this besides STRENGTH. No other way to speak of it without the word STRENGTH. My mother is the strongest and most resilient person I know. She faced many obstacles and set-backs in life. She gave up her life and her wanting to be beside her family and mother for her kids.
I don't know how what else to say but STRENGTH.