Let it start now.
The story begins late at night on the 22>nd of May.
“Do you even listen to a word I say?” muttered baba Yussuf, addressing his older son Kerem.
“You have aroused envy and wounded some of our neighbors’ pride son, boasting of your new phone on the streets yesterday, using the shaitan expressions and insults!” the father tried to keep his voice firm but without confronting the young man, who looked rebellious and had fire in his indifferent eyes now, father continued his preaching. Indeed, his son was nothing like the boy he used to know just a few years ago. Mr. Yussuf had no idea what was it he had to do as a head of the family now, he prayed for both of his sons in the Mosque as well as at home, sometimes concentrating merely on Kerem. The lovely boy turned out a nightmare for everyone who knew him and cared for him. Even Allah seemed to be too busy to solve the matter. God knew that Yussuf did nothing wrong, never he was strict or touched the sons. His main objective in life was to raise good Muslim men, a blessing of his life.
“Firstly, father, don’t instruct me as if I were Can or your wife” the tone of Kerem’s bold speech stroke his father’s heart, yet he kept quiet to let the boy finish what he had in mind.
“Secondly, I have little concern, if any, for what our neighbors might think of me”
It was dark and still raining; the wind didn’t show the hint of ceasing and everyone was sleeping apart from Mr. Yussuf and his sixteen year old son, who just came home after only God knows what kind of secret business. Whatever had happened to Kerem, the truth was inescapable for Yussuf, his older son, his main merit of the life, was drunk or even high. It was difficult to reject the truth anymore. He dared to come home after dirty deeds, being drunk and absolutely disrespectful, not even planning to pretend being sorry.
“In this case, son, think at least about me and your mother, it is such a torture to go out literally feeling contempt and disapproving look of our friends. Even Can, whom you love more than us, I suppose, suffers from your behavior now”
Yussuf had hopes to shatter his sons defending walls with a sense of pity toward his own family, since public opinion had no effect on Kerem’s conscience anymore.