From the pen of Hatice Kübra Tongar - DOWRY Mothers sometimes put their sorrows into their daughters' dowry, and sometimes they put their sorrows into their daughters' dowry... I took my dowry from my mother - I spread lace on my life. It turns out that what I received was not a dowry, but my destiny... Mothers knit fine lace for their daughters... Mothers decorate needle-laced scarves for their daughters... Mothers preserve both the throne and the fortune of their daughters... The fears, sorrows, smiles, and broken wings passed down from generation to generation. - We leave on your coffee table the stories of wounds encrusted with scabs - of hopes hidden for tomorrow, of healing flowing from the heart of life. Like spreading dowry lace...
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