On the morning of February 6, not only a day was lost from the calendar of this country, but also a piece of its conscience, memory and sleep. The clocks did not move that day. Time was buried under the rubble. Cold, darkness and silence... Not the heart of a city, but the hearts of millions stopped.<\/p>\n
There was a father. He was kneeling in the rubble, among the stones and earth. No one could lift him up. Because the hand he was holding was now cold.<\/p>\n
He wouldn't let go of his dead daughter's hand. \u201cIf I quit\u201d<\/strong> he said with his eyes, \u201cdisappears again.\u201d<\/strong> That hand was a father's last scream to the world.<\/p>\n Another was sniffing and crying over a shoe found in the rubble, because he recognized it...<\/p>\n It was her son's shoe. A mother was shouting not at the top of her voice, but in a whisper: \u201cI'm here.\u201d<\/strong> No one could hear. There were only late noises.<\/p>\n That day, the concrete spoke; the human was silent. And the state... It was too late. Not hours, but lives.<\/p>\n The first moments were life; the first moments were hope. But those moments were wasted. Those breathing under the rubble were faster than those waiting above it.<\/p>\n Then came the promise to heal the wounds. The promise was many; the wound was deep. A tent, a blanket, a hot soup... These did not heal; they only kept them alive. The real wound was at night. There was no home, no nest.<\/p>\n February 6 taught us this: Earthquakes are not destiny; they are a chain of negligence.<\/p>\n Concrete has no conscience, but man should have. Help that does not arrive on time is as heavy as lives destroyed in a second.<\/p>\n Today we still remember that father's hand. As long as that hand is not let go, neither should this country.<\/p>\n He must not forget. They must be held accountable. Because demanding justice is as much a debt as mourning.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Concrete has no conscience, but man should have. Help that does not arrive on time is as heavy as lives destroyed in a second.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":282475,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[286],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-282474","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-yazarlar"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282474","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=282474"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282474\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":282478,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282474\/revisions\/282478"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/282475"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=282474"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=282474"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=282474"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}