My family based on my mother’ side because I lost my father when I was seven whose name was Erkan and I don’t know anybody from my father’s side. My father’s mother died when he was four years old and his father died when I was three. Moreover he had no brother or sister. Certainly, I know something about them. My grandfather and his grandfather, they always lived in İstanbul. My father was graduated from İTÜ as an elecrtical engineer and he was working in Philips. He died at the age of 40 because of hepatic cancer.
My mother’s side has so many traditions because they are Abkhaz. For instance, we had so many guests and while they were in our house I couldn’t go and sit with them. I had grown up in a family which had so many love, respect and obligation.
My mother’s side have lived in Abkhasia until Russians came and took the control. Than they immigrated to the Ottoman Empire. They had started to live in Adapazarı. My grandfather’s name was İzzet. He died in 1994. He was the agha in one of the villages at Adapazarı which called Kuzuluk. He and my grandmother whose name is Zekiye had met and got married there. They had five children, three girls and two boys. My mother is the last one and her name is Nermin. After the earthquake in 1967, they had lost nearly everything. They had sold all of their cows and moved to the center of Adapazarı. Starting new life in Adapazarı wasn’t easy for them because they had just a little money. My grandfather decided to trade. Everything started to go well.
One day my mother’s family went to Kuzuluk my granduncle’s house. While they were sleeping, some people came and tried to kidnap my granduncle’s daughter because she was so beautiful and everybody wanted to marry with her. When my grandfather heard her scream he went there and banged one of the kidnapper’s leg and the other’s arm. Of course after this incident, he went to prison. While he was in prison, nobody paid attention to his job and he lost all of his money....