SNOWDROP — Bahriye Hilal Altınova

The selfless village teacher pushed Iraz out of harm s way The avalanche swallowed her young body beneath an unforgiving blanket of white Ayşe was fading into eternity The bitter howl of the wind drowned out the screams The cold the avalanche and the desperate cries only deepened their helplessness Through tears Iraz and the children clawed frantically at snowdrifts taller than themselves No Teacher you can t die You promised you d take us home Ayşe s mother spoke softly My dear I had a dream last night Her father replied I hope it was a good one Tell me There was a snowdrop blooming in the snow and angels surrounded it God willing it s a good sign Don t dwell on such things now Our daughter is coming home tomorrow Let s take the baklava to the bakery Ayşe loves it so much Amid the endless white snow her angelic face seemed almost to smile In her hands was a pair of Oltu stone earrings and beside her lay a photograph taken with her beloved students in front of the Double Minaret Madrasa Like a snowdrop blooming against the cold she would forever remain in the rugged snow covered mountains of Erzurum Tanıtım Bülteninden

The selfless village teacher pushed Iraz out of harm s way The avalanche swallowed her young body beneath an unforgiving blanket of white Ayşe was fading into eternity The bitter howl of the wind drowned out the screams The cold the avalanche and the desperate cries only deepened their helplessness Through tears Iraz and the children clawed frantically at snowdrifts taller than themselves No Teacher you can t die You promised you d take us home Ayşe s mother spoke softly My dear I had a dream last night Her father replied I hope it was a good one Tell me There was a snowdrop blooming in the snow and angels surrounded it God willing it s a good sign Don t dwell on such things now Our daughter is coming home tomorrow Let s take the baklava to the bakery Ayşe loves it so much Amid the endless white snow her angelic face seemed almost to smile In her hands was a pair of Oltu stone earrings and beside her lay a photograph taken with her beloved students in front of the Double Minaret Madrasa Like a snowdrop blooming against the cold she would forever remain in the rugged snow covered mountains of Erzurum

The selfless village teacher pushed Iraz out of harms way The avalanche swallowed her young body beneath an unforgiving blanket of white Ayşe was fading into eternity The bitter howl of the wind drowned out the screams The cold the avalanche and the desperate cries only deepened their helplessness Through tears Iraz and the children clawed frantically at snowdrifts taller than themselves No Teacher you cant die You promised youd take us home Ayşes mother spoke softly My dear I had a dream last night Her father replied I hope it was a good one Tell me There was a snowdrop blooming in the snow and angels surrounded it God willing its a good sign Dont dwell on such things now Our daughter is coming home tomorrow Lets take the baklava to the bakery Ayşe loves it so much Amid the endless white snow her angelic face seemed almost to smile In her hands was a pair of Oltu stone earrings and beside her lay a photograph taken with her beloved students in front of the Double Minaret Madrasa Like a snowdrop blooming against the cold she would forever remain in the rugged snow covered mountains of Erzurum

The selfless village teacher pushed Iraz out of harm s way The avalanche swallowed her young body beneath an unforgiving blanket of white Ayşe was fading into eternity The bitter howl of the wind drowned out the screams The cold the avalanche and the desperate cries only deepened their helplessness Through tears Iraz and the children clawed frantically at snowdrifts taller than themselves No Teacher you can t die You promised you d take us home Ayşe s mother spoke softly My dear I had a dream last night Her father replied I hope it was a good one Tell me There was a snowdrop blooming in the snow and angels surrounded it God willing it s a good sign Don t dwell on such things now Our daughter is coming home tomorrow Let s take the baklava to the bakery Ayşe loves it so much Amid the endless white snow her angelic face seemed almost to smile In her hands was a pair of Oltu stone earrings and beside her lay a photograph taken with her beloved students in front of the Double Minaret Madrasa Like a snowdrop blooming against the cold she would forever remain in the rugged snow covered mountains of Erzurum