Life has changed from a bright room to a semi-dark room ... in which there is no door, no skylight, no lock and no rosary ... those who live in this room live their own dark night ... Don't wait for anyone and don't complain to anyone ... just make friends with your loneliness ....
Life also puts man at a crossroads ... when man can neither find love nor give up .. no one can ask .....
At one point he forgets what Ulfat would have been like ... the sharp daggers sticking out behind the loving accent do not remain hidden from his eyes ... he is not a guardian but can recognize people's accents well .... He is not even a judge to judge the atrocities that have befallen him ... but he has lost the power to endure the atrocities ...
Life does not tire of asking for tribute from him but he .... he has become weak by killing himself .... he is suffering from sorrows ... tortures are his companions ... and he is an expert in his smile He is living .... he is a human being .... !!
