To make history...
Not to assert, but to NOT FORGET, NOT TO FORGET.
February 6, 2023 - Day of Silence
February 6th. Not an ordinary day on the calendar; a day when even nature shuts up, when time stops for a moment.
A catastrophe in eleven provinces where almost all houses were destroyed in an instant, leaving no stone unturned. In its wake, a migration of millions and nearly fifty thousand lives officially recorded...
But there was another devastation that numbers could not describe, statistics could not touch:
The collapse of trust in oneself.
This text is the note of a person who witnessed that collapse.
Before the Disaster
Three days before the earthquake, my body was in a strange state.
Lethargy
The constant desire to sleep.
It was as if my body, not my mind, was preparing for something.
This was not a prophecy. I was neither a ”prophet” nor a ”God”.
But there is still something that is not solved; this feeling, this emotion, this love and knowing that disaster is coming, this is still a ”mystery” and it is not solved.
Yes, yes; I just witnessed this:
The human connection to emotion, intuition, empathy and collective tension sometimes manifests as a heaviness in the body.
Science has introduced us to many things, but it hasn't solved everything. This field is still not fully explained. And perhaps this uncertainty should not be carried with denial, but with HUMILITY.
Monday Moment of Demolition Announcement
When I heard the news on Monday morning, my knees went weak. This was not a reaction to information. This was a reaction to mourning.
I couldn't go to work. I froze. I stayed.
Because it was not only the cities that collapsed at that moment. I was destroyed too.
I was not buried under the rubble, but I was buried under the pain. That's why February 6 is also the DAY I GIELD.
A Short Note on Intuition
Before disasters, some people feel something in their bodies. This is not knowing the future. It is the result of being open to the suffering of others with love and empathy.
Like the sea is silent before the waves come. With that pain, I was almost silent too.
These feelings should neither be idolized nor belittled. They belong to the fragile but honorable side of being human.
And every February 6, I feel that fragility on my shoulders.
Collective Pain and Remembrance
February 6 is not only the day of earthquake victims. On that day, something was also ripped out of those who looked on from afar.
This rupture is invisible but real. And when ignored, it leaves a deep hole in the memory of society.
Forgetting is sometimes a second destruction.
Not to Forget
A Note to Memory
This text is not a manifesto. Nor is it a claim.
At the time of writing, no allegation has been made and no call has been made.
This text is a WITNESS.
It was just a record of a moment lived, a weight carried inside.
I want these lines to stand like a candle: Without making noise, but without going out.
On February 6, as one of those who were not buried under the rubble but were buried under the pain, this note is a small reminder to myself and to society.
If I am still hurting today, there is only one reason:
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN.
February 6 Respectfully in Memory of...