Jamal

I met him by a trash bin — timid, shy. Hunger was written all over his face, yet he hesitated, unsure whether to search through the garbage. … The light in his pitch-black eyes had faded, his shoulders drooped, his lips were cracked. I handed him the first bit of food I’d pulled from the bin; he hesitated, his eyes filled with tears, his throat tightened. … As he bit into the cornbread I offered, he seemed almost afraid to hurt it — clearly, he knew the value of nan, of bread; he was not ungrateful. I placed a few more scraps in his hands; for the first time, he smiled, and his white teeth lit up his face. We couldn’t speak the same language, yet it wasn’t hard to understand one another through the universal language of kindness.

The street is the final refuge of those who have fallen, been exiled, displaced — of those in whom something suddenly snaps, of those ground down in the gears of a merciless machine. There, one experiences both the joy of being — and remaining — human, the warmth of solidarity, the happiness of sharing a slice of bread; and also the pain of being abandoned, the sting of hitting the ground face-first. On the street, one witnesses the finest and the darkest sides of humanity. Yet what truly matters is not merely to hear the voice of the street, but to become that voice.

For the street is freedom, and freedom lives in the street.

Cover: Paperback

Language : Turkish

Year of publication : 2025

Page number : 153

Dimensions (L/W/D): 19.6/13/1 cm

Weight: 140 g

Edition: 1 . Edition

ISBN : 9786256742284

Manufacturer :

Dipnot Yayınları
Selanik Caddesi 82/24
Kızılay Ankara
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