NARIN YÜKLER

NARIN YÜKLER

ABRAHAM

I walked gently in the streets that ends up with the same road

Mountain said that she knows the secrets of trees

And she heard what is to be said for tomorrow

The stone was a language that still lives and I kept it fot myself

While the history was cleaning his own stains

İ have passed through tunnels forr reaching myself

And passed through gates which has reliefs

I knew villages thats names rewritten from their seasoning

And I thought that sharp smell of past would be on the road

Will not break my neck at the colonial altar

İ thought that İbrahim would split his humphback with his axe

FALLING FROM MIRROR

Stories of homes are hidden in its roof

In its colour  there is  burns of the sorrow

Roads can not be used for travelling

At the borehole there is a sad song of the bride that tears apart the morning

Bread that made from the fame which sieved thinly heats the bare foot

Sits on the fire, a moms unburned sadness

A sleepless history records rooms

At the back of he door mom smokes the memories

Lots of lives reflects on the mirror

The line that falls from the mirror settles under the eye

Girl stays still with her long hair

Frame is the enemy for mudbrick walls that does not break the memories

Her daughter that runs away is worst thing for the mother

FAIRY TALE OF WATER

No water touches to nations of desert

Feet proceed wiht warm winds

Trails can be seen by the weigths of the bags

Slowly chops the sands

I lay down my tongue toback of the coppery bowl

My hands are like roads that are between gulpings

My hands collapses into Sahara

Mistery and prayer fall off from my face

Equal to house that has no stucco

Rampart and wound stay still at my chest

Trees that holds on to the barren lands

Epilepsy starts rom the weak arms of the tree

Whichever arm that decays

Whicever side that turns into yellow

I bless her

Saints that come for confessing to tree

I kiss them with great desire

From the day that i fell down to Sahara and epilepsy

Getting fooled by borehole that comes from my clefts

I believe in a fairy tale of water

NARIN YÜKLER

NARIN YÜKLER was born in Viranşehir of Şanlıurfa in 1988. She greaduated from the Tourism and Hotel Management  School of Gaziantep University and from the Faculty of Business Administration of Anadolu University. After graduation, she started to work as a hotel manager.  She got married in 2012 and had her daughter in 2014. During that time, she took part in the activities of various non-governmental and human rights organizations, especially women’s rights organizations. In 2011, she was sued by the government fort he reason that she participated in a press statement of Şanlıurfa Human Rights Association. In 2014, she was sentenced to 10,5 years of imprisonment due to that case, and that’s why she had to quit her work and flee to the cirty of Duhok in the Kurdistan Regional Government with her husband and 40-day-old newborn. Many of her stories and poems written about Middle Eastern, especially Kurdish/Ezidi, women were published in several newspapers and magazines in Iraq, Belgium, Pakistan, Iran and Turkey. She held meetings in refugee camps where she read her poems written in Kurdish and Turkish languages. She has written theatrical plays on the human and women’s rights, some of which were staged. Being a woman,  a mother and  a refugee in the Middle East, she wanted to bring out “The Anthology of Poems of Peace” in Turkey, however  its publication belated due to the the unfortunate circumstances. Her two poetry books and an anthology  which consists of the poems of 120 poets living in Iraq and Turkey will be published soon in May. She spends her time taking care of her daughter, backing up the women and the refugees and archiving their testimonies.