I had initially told Dicle that I would give her some space once there was a child. I didn’t want to spend more time with her because I hated her, but my hatred had now subsided. Moreover, my mother didn’t want Dicle as much as she used to. Her miscarriage had caused her to fall out of favor with my mother. When she not only brought up the issue of a co-wife but also said, “You don’t want her anyway,” I realized the situation. By behaving this way, I was reducing her to a nonentity within this family as well. She wouldn’t have a life any different from the one she had with her family. Above all, this didn’t reflect well on me.
I hadn’t been able to protect and save Zeynep. No man could ask his sister whether she wanted this marriage. Girls couldn’t look their brothers in the eye and say t
