In the 1960s, my parents' prayers were answered when my eldest brother got a job in 1966, bringing immense joy to our family. It was a time of great hope and happiness for all of us. However, challenges soon arose in my life. After living in our new home for just eight months, everything changed. Despite being one of the top five students out of sixty who graduated from 7th grade in Bülgün with excellent performance, my elder brother, in agreement with the school director Kaman, made decisions that distanced me from my home and community. This was a heavy blow to my destiny, and I’ve carried resentment for the injustice ever since. When I think of my father's expression at that time—his face alternating between flushed and darkened with emotion—my heart still races. I vividly remember how, after passing my final exams with flying colors, I was waiting for my father to return from the Kökköl summer pastures. It was then that Director Kaman called me in and handed me an invitatio...