Vefa was biting her
lips to keep herself from crying as she wiped her own tears with one hand and
the beads of sweat from her daughter's forehead with the other. She wanted her
daughter to sleep, yet she was afraid of it at the same time. What if she died
in her sleep and she didn’t notice? These days, the silence of sleep felt too
much like the silence of death. Death seemed to be roaming among the tents more
than ever.
Today was the third
day, they had not eaten a single bite of food for three days. When her daughter
fainted from hunger last week, Vefa thought the little girl was dead. Everyone
had rushed for help and shared the last bit of food they had with them. The
situation of all the children living here was like this. No one had any food
left. Finding vegetables and fruits was now considered a luxury. Even onions
and potatoes could hardly be obtained by the piece.
Vefa was checking
breaths of her daughter who was sleeping on the one hand, and thinking
anxiously on the other. Had Ahmet been able to find flour? Had he really
reached the aid? Most of all, would Ahmet be able to come back safe? Zionists
often saw the aid as an opportunity for a manhunt. That's why many people
watched the aid trucks from a distance. They didn't want to go to the aid
trucks unless they were fed up with hunger.
If her husband could
return with flour, Vefa would bake bread in the oven they had made from mud.
They had few onions and she thought they could roast them and add to the bread.
She didn't really have much of a choice anyway. What else could be done with a
packet of flour and a few onions?
She was lost in
thought while looking at her daughter's face, and she came back to herself with
her smile. The little girl's eyes sparkled. Vefa turned her head in the
direction the little girl was looking, Ahmet was running with a sack of flour
on his back. Vefa jumped up with joy. That joy had turned the tiny tent into a
huge palace. It was as if Ahmet was flying with wings, and what he was bringing
was not flour but a table from heaven. And the neighbors around him had the
same joy, the same happiness. This day had become like a feast for them.
Well, when was the last time we
experienced such happiness? When was the last time, what we had in hand turned
our homes into a feast place? What a weird creatures human are... Does something had to be taken away for us to appreciate what we have?
So, is happiness
really related to the opportunities we have? Why do we walk around with a sour
face when we have a family, when we are safe at home, when we are healthy, when
we have a job or a school we can go to, when our streets and neighborhoods are
in good condition? Why can't all those opportunities make us happy?
For some
people, simply having their loved ones alive is enough to be happy. What is it
that makes us unhappy? For some people, just hearing the phone pick up when
they call their loved ones is enough. What is it that we lack?
What is “Happiness”
really about?
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