It is justice that keeps man and the universe alive. And God bestowed on man the duty of carrying this sublime value. It should be known that what makes man active among creatures is not his property, position and position, but the faith he carries in his self and the sense of justice that feeds on it. In other words, it is justice… Prayer is the worship that is responsible for performing five times a day, fasting once a year, and once in a lifetime for every believer who can afford pilgrimage. Justice, on the other hand, is a superior value that makes us human with every breath we take, every step we take, every object we hold on to. Justice is as close to us as the air we breathe and as essential as the water we drink… If today we talk about wars, hunger and poverty, corruption, exploitation and occupation in our geography, it is because of the weakening of justice and the blunting of the sense of right.
Justice is a value, a power, a life order that is essential in all phases of life. But we see that the blind minds that banish justice from their lives have declared one day of the year as World Human Rights Day, saying it is better than nothing… Okay, what or who does this do? Has the World Human Rights Day been able to return the rights of the oppressed? Has he been able to heal the wounds of the children? Has he been able to bring the peoples exiled from their homes together with their homeland? Where right? Where is freedom? Where is the justice?
Protecting children's rights is a responsibility for us adults. But we cannot cross the walls and reach their desperation. Children live under bombs, but we cannot protect them under our wings. And every minute, every second a bird of paradise flies away ...
While the screams of the children reach the sky, we are trying to tear down the walls built between them and us. But it doesn't work… Remember, those screams are not quoted from a dramatic movie.
Aylan, whose corpse was washed up on the beach, was not the hero of a fairy tale, Aylan was a child whose innocence was severed and abandoned to the rough waves ... She was a baby taken from the vast world of games and dragged into the fire ... And when that child hit the shore like a dead fish, humanity died once again.
The sky turned black and laments on behalf of Aylan. The waves dropped out of sadness with every impact. And Aylan left his suffering life to the shore and left quietly ...
The chills of children who were suffocated by chemical gas are not a cut from a dramatic film.
The dull gaze of that little girl pulled out of the ruins is not a cut from a dramatic movie.
The screams of Muhammed Durra, who died by being shot at the wall where he took refuge with his father, are not a part of a dramatic movie.
The innocent gaze of the mother who hugged her martyr son and said goodbye is not a part of a dramatic movie.
I do not understand, I do not understand, while the old world is shaken by the cries of children, how can the criminals come out and talk about rights and justice? How dare these dark faces come out and talk about human rights and freedoms? It is not possible to understand.