“My mother never cried next to us, not to demoralize us. She would say ‘I am sorry for our loss, there is nothing else to be done’. But she would secretly cry. The first day, my mother applied henna to Cemile’s hands, then she cuddled her up in bed. When the morning came, my aunt and others came and washed the deceased. The next two days we kept her refrigerated so her body would not stink. We would not let […]