It is hard to talk.

It is hard to talk.

It's hard to talk, it's hard to breathe, it's hard to stay in a warm house. Words get stuck in one's throat. There is no time of the day that we do not think about.


It's a natural event that happens.

After it has happened, after that dust cloud has lifted, we see hurt souls, crying eyes, children left without a mother and father, families left homeless and us who are far away but with heartache.

We are ashamed of dressing tight, eating hot food, sitting in our homes.

We ran to help, crying to be a balm for the wounds that will not close. We became one heart again, hoping to wipe the tears of the earthquake victims.

Turkey means millions who will rush to help even if they don't know each other.

You are part of those millions. It hurts for them because you are human too.

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