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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Family Homes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">everybody's mother is beautiful and brave<br>but my mother was little bit different<br>And was at the top of them<br>she was the bravest...the most beautiful..and the cleverest<br>we lived in a house<br>a very very ancient an and old house<br>ı ts plaster worn out and falling down<br>once a big and beautiful of our nomad ancestors<br>the camels of the long caravans used to rest in its garden<br>now the rooms of the house is rented to families in poverty<br>the kitchen...and laundry and washing were common for all<br>there was a in wall cupboard for bath in every room<br>in one of this rooms upstairs we lived <br>my mother..my brother and me<br>hiring it<br>they called these rooms faqmiliy homes<br>in turkish<br>in our homeland in turkey<br>in one of these rooms <br>lived shoe maker...rather a cobbler<br>with his son..daughter and wife<br>they were our beloved neighbours<br>he own the the room from his ancestors<br>the cobbler loved hunting<br>and had a peculı ar political opinion of his own<br>at downstairs<br>ther was a workman<br>came from his village<br>a very poor family indeed<br>wherever he found he worked<br>if he could<br>my mother used to help the family<br>she was found of this very very<br>one day ı heard the family went to germany<br>for food and living<br>my brother and me <br>were attending to a boarding school in istanbul<br>we used to come to our family home<br>in summer vacations<br>we were very happy in yhose days<br>with our room neighbours<br>my brother me and my mother<br>but theese poor happy did not last long<br>we grew up<br>my brother an archaeology professor<br>me a district governor<br>but we have never forgotten<br>those family houses<br>and the friendship and solı darı ty in them<br>we remember<br>those family houses from time to time<br>they are demolished now<br>high buildings are erected in their places<br>and my mother gone heaven in 14th dec ember 1994<br>her grave near a cross road waiting<br>ı always pray for her<br>ı feel she is always near me..guarding me<br>she was the bravest...most beauı tiful and the cleverest <br>ı have ever seen<br>life is not an easy plaything</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Metin+Sahin">Metin Sahin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458759" data-title="Family Homes de Metin Sahin" data-description="everybody's mother is beautiful and brave but my mother was little bit different And was at the top of them she was the bravest...the most beautiful..and the cleverest we lived in a house a very very ancient an and old house ı ts plaster worn..."></div> </div> </div>
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