The last event was like a knife in my heart, rotating many times to the left and to the right.
A beautiful, young woman killed herself. Killed herself to save her dignity and honor. Killed herself because she preferred to die fighting than living on her knees.
My Mom’s name was Sherin.
My Pappa’s name was Sherko.
My four brothers and one baby sister were my best friends.
We had a lovely small house with pretty garden full of colorful flowers.
My Mom used to say that we are her sunshines. My Father taught us about honor and dignity. We were always together, never apart. We had happy life, full of love.