We are trapped in a cellar that is closed on all four sides, Ramadan… Wherever we stretch our hands, wherever we turn our heads, we encounter an obstacle. You knocked on our door and enlightened our souls as we tried to cope with children whose dreams were stolen, poverty, loneliness, epidemics and global attacks, what a blessing!
We are so tired of the stones touching our hearts that we have already forgotten the joy that is our right, and now we wipe everything with the peace you left in our palms and open to a clear morning.
Do you see Ramadan? The children of Masjid al-Aqsa were murdered in their temples, Syrian families who were driven from their homes and trying to survive in the camps turned their heads to the sky and clung to hope. Most of the children who spent the winter in tents froze to death or starved to death.
Can you tell me how we will carry this heavy load, Ramazan?
If you only knew how much I wish my dreams would come true. For example, I would like to share the patience and peace you left with the children in Yemen trying to survive with tree leaves. I would like to share the patience and peace you left in my palms with the mothers who are exposed to all kinds of violence in Myanmar, with the fathers who bow their heads with the sadness of not being able to protect their children, and with the grandmothers whose hearts are full of love. I would like to share the joy and hope you brought to my home with my oppressed East Turkestan brothers who were subjected to cultural assimilation and whose voices could not be heard by anyone, and with the Uighur children who were imprisoned in camps. I would like to share the peace and hope you left with me with the homeless who were left on the streets, with the elderly, orphans and orphans who were left by their children in nursing homes. But whatever is going on, Ramadan, I can't reach... Roads are closed, barricades made of hard rocks are built between us and we can't be aware of each other. So what can I do? What can we do? Fortunately, there is a way from heart to heart, and with your arrival, these roads open to the end… Then bridges are built between us out of love and we embrace with longing.
We learned mercy from you, which cannot fit into concepts and is not taught in schools, Ramadan… How would we have met our hardened hearts with compassion if you had not been a guest in our homes for one month of the year and had not disciplined us! I'm glad you're here, glad you came into our lives and glad you kept us...
And… You're leaving us Ramadan! We will wait patiently for eleven months on your way… Please don't leave us alone in this desolate cellar! Hold our hands and teach us mercy, teach us to love unconditionally, teach self-sacrifice, teach sharing, teach us generosity. Be a shield against selfishness, restrain our passions and hold us. Hold our passions, hold our hatred, hold our anger, do not let evil pass.