![]() ![]() On a live broadcast, in real time, I was witnessing the drawing back of the curtain from Recep Tayyip Erdoğan’s regime, the complete meltdown of his “New Turkey”-whose price 50,000 citizens were now paying with their lives. Deep inside, I felt something rising: my stomach turning in disgust and my heart racing. I saw terrorized men and women, unsure of what to do, summoning Allah for help. I saw rectangular forms, each containing perhaps dozens of people, merge into one another, throwing out enormous clouds of white dust, the occupants letting out horrifying wails. A reporter was running in panic as massive buildings on both sides of the road began collapsing in a new, 7.6-magnitude quake. Then, just after 1 am, I turned on the TV. What she told me I found hard to imagine. But my aunt, who woke up in horror in her bed in Gaziantep, the epicenter of the 7.8-magnitude earthquake, called me just a few hours later. ![]() Here in Istanbul, we felt nothing-just an eerie silence in the morning, the final serene moments of unknowing. At first I wasn’t aware of the scale of the destruction. ![]()
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