In the garden of the house in the village the cut acacias have grown again, my older brother is plucking and cutting them, I am scolding saying the sister-in-law cut them, I am cursing from within
Reading
In the matter hope was given up on, one comes out into the light. There is gossip and talk. The acacia is making peace, beautiful days, and the family's distress being slowly gotten through. Hopelessness has been experienced, and situations in which one will come out to safety are found soon.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.