Rebellion
I am Mir. I am the son of a father who could not protect me and a mother who constantly harmed me. My father, a scoundrel who could not protect me during birth in the hospital, felt and even knew what was going to happen to me. But he just watched like a devil. That's it, my dear, when I am harmed, that heretic who is just a spectator normally reacts to the slightest rustle and becomes alert. This is what happens when it comes to his own life and his son. He's just watching. Look, my eyesight is poor. I don't know what else to expect.They cry about their own luck like fools and talk vile nonsense. What about my luck? What should you say to me, what is the meaning of what I am experiencing? Who can interpret this?Let's get back to the point, let's tell everything uncensored, for example. What are these scoundrels accounting for when the light of those olive black eyes of mine has gone out?Do I really have to wear nice clothes? Do I really need anyone? I think they should go to hell, both your mother and your father. I need both their unity and their coexistence.-Oh son, you won't have a real brother.-Do you look at your father's nonsense? It is as if he fulfilled his fatherly duty but the brotherhood remained incomplete.This place called the world is not a beautiful place at all. I have yet to experience anything that would make me feel good. But sometimes they kiss me, my calves, the bottoms of my feet, my belly, I like it very much, I laugh. How can a person continue his life without seeing his mother and father? Anyway, may the devil see their faces. What if you see two people who do not fulfill their responsibilities? But I have no doubt that there are beautiful places worth seeing. It's not an issue to just say "whatever". Wow, this world is a very complicated place. My father did not like the inheritance he inherited from his father, I cannot see a father around, let the devil see his face.I can't understand who is right and who is wrong anymore. My father, who responded to my mother's actions, knowing that there would be an argument, or my mother, who attacked for no reason? Really, why does my father take my mother so seriously sometimes? Will the curse really end? Look, I opened my eyes to the world only six months ago and we haven't even talked about me yet because of their vileness. I don't know who we talked about, but we didn't talk about me. It looks like I will have to live apart from my mother for a while. Oh, let the devil see his face too. Really, who will fall victim to my eyelashes? Is he a man who has forgotten his fatherhood and cries like a wife all the time?I honestly don't know who cares. I have undoubtedly experienced the worst thing. I don't care about this and that. The good and the bad. Now I feel my father's worries up to my neck. Last week he was crying because ı wouldn't hear his mother's voice. Now I won't see it without shame. My father goes crazy when he thinks about me. Let the devil see his face, he looks proud and sad, as if he was a father and was useful for something.My father gets angry when my mother says that you don't think about us as much as you think about others. Actually, the woman is right, from the ground to the sky. But when this reality is mentioned, my father attacks with a sense of guilt. For God's sake, if he had loved us and protected us, would we have gone through this?In fact, one must be brave. For example, he shouldn't be a coward. For example, he must be brave. He must face his mistakes like a man and endure the torture bravely or manfully, or he must know how to kick his stool in the gallows. Even if God has given him an ounce of intelligence, judgment is made at that time and he understands the situation and takes a position accordingly. Only the scoundrels, the cowards, and the fallen can think of the answer that will be given ten hours later.