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“Until I was twenty-three, I was filled with rage because the Turks took my sister and beat my mother in front of my eyes until she died. But when I was twenty-three, I felt this was not the right way to be a man, so I began to pray to God so He would see me. I was making peace with myself. Now I am ready to meet my God. I am at peace. Last year when the big earthquake happened in Turkey, it killed so many Turks. And I prayed for those Turks-I prayed for those poor Turkish people.”

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Robert Fisk
Robert Fisk

Robert Fisk, born on July 12, 1946, is a British writer renowned for his coverage of the Middle East. His work spans politics, history, and society, offering profound insights into the conflicts and transformations in the region. more

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