It is quite difficult to describe good people. Words can be senseless and vague for any description of them. A nice person looks good, loves with passion. How one can describe a generous look, warmth of his love with proper words? That’s even more difficult if that person is the other half of your soul. If he was killed senselessly, things get complicated, you suffer, and your heart could not handle that painful feeling.
I’m sister of Yaser. I will try to tell his indescribable beauty, generosity and courage, so that you feel a bit of his soul in your heart.
Yaser is five years older than me.
A gap of five years that was never felt among us, even it disappeared with his brotherhood and love.
He was a rare kind of person, a brother that you can’t easily find elsewhere, because he was able to protect without dominance, a birth teacher that he can provide difficult kind of balance even in extreme conditions.
I’ve never been afraid of my brother, I always listened his suggestions with full respect.
Even if I’ve been younger than him, he asked my opinion, suggestions, he listened and took care of my feelings, desires and aims in my life.
That’s why I’ve never hidden anything from Yaser, because I was sure that he could never get exasperated, as he would have been fully helpful for any urgent matter.
I always felt his love, his feelings.
By the time, it was impossible to feel the five years’ gap among us, as we had common friends. We became two real friends, but they destroyed him.
Even if you consider a bit exaggerated, I can say all my existence and knowledge comes from my brother as he taught many things in his short but meaningful life.
He was the person who taught me to love the music, the real taste of the lively music.
I learnt to feel the wind, swim in the gorgeous waves with him, we walked in rocky mountains, touched and felt he body of a tree, pampered cats with him.
He was such a teacher that he taught to navigate the globe, we discovered new cities with him, we uncovered the charming views of new venues, cities and remote places.
Even if I miss a train, an opportunity, or if I fail from an exam, he taught to be hopeful and sanguine.
He trained me how to fight with a passion, find the most difficult ways to survive, and most importantly, I learnt to become happy in the most difficult times. In short, he was the person who taught me the zest of life.
How come such a person who taught his little sister those things, could end his own life?
How can a person, a beauty who dispersed happiness all around his entourage could wish to leave us?
How could a soul, who has countless friends, lovers and relatives feel himself desperate and trapped?
What sort of atrocities pushed him towards such a gloominess?
Why in this country, oppression became so prevalent, pervasive and abundant?
And please tell me why these nefarious actions were professed by public servants, who should be taking care of people, protecting the citizens?
What is wrong in this picture ?
Authorities should investigate the background of the obscure events that pushed this sincere person to such an unfortunate end, just to satisfy a tiny part of the numerous public concerns, among many other cases.
If there’s justice in this country, the ones who led a 28-year-old-youngster to such a desperate and fear in a time shorter than a month, should account before us and the whole World as well.
Otherwise, it’s just a matter of time, to lose more youngsters, more beauties and more beams in deep space.
Cordially, Ezgi Sevgi Can – Yaser’s sister
