As a kid who has lost her father at the age of three, I got to know my father through the photographs. Taking photographs was a way of keeping him alive. He used to be my childhood hero...
But the time passed,
and as it did I realized that I’ve never
acknowledged the fact that my mother was the living hero.
That’s her name.
In Turkish, ‘can’ means life, and ‘canan’ means beloved.
When my father had seen my mother for the first time, he turned to his mother and used this exact phrase:
‘Ya can, Ya Canan’.
Meaning ‘either I’ll be with her -or I will die’.
Now as each day passes I clearly see that