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Nurgül Sönmez

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Revenge! The only thing keeping Yasemin alive. Everyone who caused this will feel the anger and pain of the last few years in the deepest depths. No matter how much time has passed, Yasemin has not forgotten any of it. Will the truth and justice prevail? Will Yasemin, now a successful businesswoman, be able to answer for all this? The last episode of Yasemin and her siblings. All questions will be answered and the path to peace will be illuminated, closed doors will open. Perseverance, strength, success and patience will be rewarded...

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YASEMIN’S REVENGE

Originally translated from German, published in 2022 ©

Nurgül Sönmez

Translation: Nurgül Sönmez

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Biography

Nurgül Sönmez

21.08.1979

Germany

Nurgül Sönmez was born on August 21, 1979 in the town of Werdohl in North Rhine-Westphalia.

She lost her mother in a serious car accident in 1995.

During this time, she was more of a mother than a sister to her eight-year-old brother. In 1999, she was appointed as the guardian of her younger brother. From then on, she replaced both parents and lovingly supported him in all his ways. She has a younger brother and three older sisters.

In 2015, she lost her father to a serious illness.

She achieved many successes between 1995 and 2000. She began writing the year she lost her mother and has written countless poems and novels. All are based on true events. Apart from her unpublished stories, rights to over 50 novels have been acquired by a well-known composer and more than 2500 poems have been acquired by various publishers. Now she is no longer behind the scenes, but on the stage with her works.

Excerpts from my real life!

I like to express myself in simple colloquial language. Preferably warmly and honestly. Nevertheless, I am of course also used to expressing myself professionally and in a way that suits my environment.

We speak a little differently everywhere, don't we? It always depends on who you're talking to.

I have a certain talent for languages because I grew up bilingual. My mother tongues are German and Turkish. I don't find it difficult to communicate in different languages. I can communicate with my body language anytime and anywhere. I think you could expose me to any country in the world and I would always be able to communicate with the people there. Is this an undiscovered talent?

Other countries, cultures and languages fascinate me. So is it any surprise that I have already traveled to over 40 countries in our beautiful world? Even I wouldn't have thought there were so many countries (laughs out loud). I've traveled around a bit...

I didn't actually travel to these countries as a tourist, as you might think. Most of my visits were to meet the heroes of my books. To meet books. Business visits, so to speak. That does not count as a vacation. I've hardly ever taken a "vacation", if at all.

I have discovered real projects close to my heart on a few trips.

I became a sponsor for 3 orphanages in 3 different countries. Turkmenistan, Afghanistan and Nigeria.

Before I finish, I would like to share some memories from these orphanages with you. I visited one of my heroes from an unpublished story in Turkmenistan. I spent about 12 days there. During that stay, we met a little boy who was crying on the sidewalk. He looked different from the other children there. We stood there helplessly with a crying, grieving child of 3-4 years old. As we didn't know how we could help the boy, we alerted the police. Together with a policeman, we drove to the local police station. The child was a Pakistani boy and was to be placed in an orphanage. All the details he was able to provide were recorded by the police and handed over to the orphanage. We accompanied him to the orphanage.

"Who found this child?" one of the caretakers at the orphanage asked us. "Me," I said. "What should he be called?" he asked.

"Mohamed," I replied. We took all the documents for a sponsorship with us. I made a promise to myself; I want this boy to go far one day. I want him to have a chance of a better life. He is Pakistani and he should not be separated from his homeland. This promise was never broken. He studied and got married one day. Yes, I have adopted him as son. Today he is a consul in his home country of Pakistan.

When I visited Mohamed, I noticed four girls who made me curious. I had to know more about them. Four sisters, inseparable. They were beautiful. Immigrant children of Mongolian Turks. Their parents died young. I felt for these four girls as I did for Mohamed, and took on their responsibility including their professional life. For some of them I was like a sister, for others like a friend, for some like a mother and daughter. They have given me many happy moments so far. Even if I hadn’t give a birth to a baby, I have 526 children.

I also played a key role in changing the law in Afghanistan to make everyday life easier for women there.

I don't see myself as an activist, I'm not. I see myself more as a part of life.

To this day, I haven't spoken to anyone about it. You shouldn't talk so much about good deeds. Just do them. If everyone does it, maybe together we can make this world a little more bearable.

I am wholeheartedly committed to social projects.

The more books you order, the more help we can give to the victims.

And to you, dear reader. If you have a life story that touches our hearts, write to us!

Together we are strong.

AUTHOR'S WORK

Her first book ANA (Poem - Turkish) was published in

2014

2015

YASEMİN'İN SAVAŞI (Turkish)

2017

YASEMİN'İN İNTİKAMI (Turkish)

2021

Matilda (Turkish, German)

1001 GECE YERİNE - BİN BİR GÜN (Turkish)

STATT 1001 NACHT - TAUSENDUNDEIN TAG (German)

YASEMİN'İN ÇARESİZLİĞİ 1 (Turkish)

YASEMİN'İN SAVAŞI 2 (Turkish)

YASEMİN'İN İNTİKAMI 3 (Turkish)

2022

Matilda (English)

YASEMINS VERZWEIFELUNG 1 (German)

MAAROUF (Turkish, German)

INSTEAD OF 1001 NIGHT - THOUSAND AND ONE DAY (English)

YASEMINS KAMPF 2 (German)

2023

YASEMINS RACHE 3 (German)

2024

YASEMIN'S DESPERATION 1 (English)

YASEMIN'S STRUGGLE 2 (English)

YASEMIN'S REVENGE 3 (English)

MAAROUF (English)

All books have been translated into French and are planned for future book projects. This will be followed by translations into Arabic and Spanish. If there is interest and demand, there will also be translation in other languages.

Her works © are based on true events and she continue to support social projects with the proceeds of the books.

Soon also available as audiobooks!

Thousands of voices can be hope for a voice.

Social Donation Activity

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I would like to donate a certain percentage of the total annual income from the books to charities and those in need.

If you want to be a part of this donation, you can do so by purchasing my books. My works are available in all known bookstores. It can be purchased or ordered from bookstores. You can also order from all online bookstores worldwide.

To buy a signed book, you can contact me or send me an e-mail from my social media accounts. Signed books can be dispatched anywhere in Europe.

Together we are strong.

Based on a true story!

Revenge!

The only thing keeping Yasemin alive. Everyone who caused this will feel the anger and pain of the last few years in the deepest depths.

No matter how much time has passed, Yasemin has not forgotten any of it.

Will the truth and justice prevail? Will Yasemin, now a successful businesswoman, be able to answer for all this?

The last episode of Yasemin and her siblings. All questions will be answered and the path to peace will be illuminated, closed doors will open. Perseverance, strength, success and patience will be rewarded...

Table of Contents

Yasemin's Revenge

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

Yasemin's Revenge

When Yasemin confronted her inner world and the negativities she had experienced during her struggle through the audio recordings, feelings of revenge came up in her unawares. I thought it was a momentary feeling, as if it would come and go. But it did come and eight years later it still hadn't gone away. I had heard it, seen it and understood it.

"Eight years." As Yasemin would go on to tell us, it had been eight years. So I began to wonder what Yasemin had recorded during that time. What developments and changes she had gone through in her life that I could later listen to on her audio recordings, which she had gradually sent to me, so I could turn the material into a book. My ability to write would depend on how Yasemin sent the cassettes.

She had given me her first cassette at our last meeting, which was a farewell, along with her recording assistant, so I could write the ending of my book Yasemin's Struggle. The further volumes came to my address by mail, with which I could start Yasemin's Revenge.

This time it should be different! Because I had no contact information of her. It was a bit of a strange feeling for me, not knowing where she was. The title of my next book would not be "YASEMIN‘S STRUGGLE", but "YASEMIN‘S REVENGE". I thought the title was very appropriate because she had always talked about revenge in her last recordings. But I didn't even know what kind of revenge it was. In fact, when I listened to the cassettes, I was frightened. Of course, I was afraid after such unpleasant events. What feelings did she have in her inner world that she chose revenge as her goal? What would her revenge look like? I was not aware of all this, and honestly, my hands were kind of tied.

If the question is awakened, why?

What kind of "REVENGE?", I wanted to find out while listening to her recordings. Had she gotten into a dangerous situation? "STOP YASEMIN!" I couldn't believe that or question it because I had no way to reach her to protect her from danger or to stop her from doing something stupid. Only she had my number, which was unfair to me. The balance was not right, I did not think her behavior was right.

And when the word "REVENGE" came up, how far was she going to go, when would she stop? "What if Yasemin confessed to a crime she had committed or was still planning?"

What should I do in such a situation? I think I will behave as I should. If Yasemin confessed to a crime she had committed, I had to do my human duty and report her, no matter how much I loved and respected her.

"Yasemin's Revenge!" gave me goosebumps.

Now; There is a huge difference between revenge and vengeance. I think you will agree with me.

While I was writing these lines, I had no idea what kind of revenge awaited us. Actually, it was an exciting task for me. After all these years, I had a huge question mark in my mind.

I had no choice but to wait, with each cassette she sent. Each time she loosened the blind knot a little, the question marks were solved one by one. But how long would this work take?

Exactly four days after our last meeting, I received the first cassette. Three weeks later, she sent the second one, which she had put in a large envelope. It was not the first cassette that I started with mixed feelings. What would Yasemin tell me about those eight years? What had she experienced? I was excited, looking forward to the cassettes.

CHAPTER

1

Why had I distanced myself from all my loved ones for eight years? Let's start from the beginning.

If you remember, after eight years, Nurgül and I had our first, but also last meeting, albeit briefly. It was very spontaneous, but the longing had been too great. It was very exciting for both of us.

Of course, we couldn't fit eight years into fifteen minutes the day we met, even if we had wanted to. The moment was too overwhelming, and we just looked at each other in the cafeteria as if frozen.

We were unconsciously focused on each other for seconds without saying anything.

And ... if you remember, after we said goodbye, I gave Nurgül an intake assistant and then we separated. She did not let me out of her sight until I was out of her sight. That moment was very meaningful to me. So, I had never stopped taking notes so that my feelings and thoughts would not be wasted. Although I had broken off communication for Nurgül's sake, I had still continued to record unintentionally.

"One day!", I said with longing.

Yes, one day! God willing, I was very eager to start all over again. I had been looking forward to this day, but we were not aware of the reunion. At some point, it had to happen again; I had prayed for that. There were exactly eight years between my first and last sound recording.

I had recorded deep themes. I wanted to send them to her one by one, I had a feeling that it had to be that way. But I still did not know why.

While sitting at the breakfast table with my siblings, it was important to make all decisions together.

Although it was not wanted, we came to an agreement:

"We must draw a line to our past in order to start our lives from scratch."

This time, we would direct our own lives. Others would no longer be allowed to determine our lives. A whole new life awaited us. It was a risky step, we were not aware of what we might encounter.

After some time I got used to taking new steps, because every time I had to take new steps in my life. Change was not difficult for me. Some people I knew said, "I could never start from scratch." So there were those who could and those who couldn't. Honestly I hadn't enjoyed starting from scratch with my siblings either, because I found myself in a difficult situation every time. There were moments when a person takes his power and strength from God alone, as God is our only refuge. Even though I did not like it, how could one start from scratch every time to shake off such dangerous moments?

I started a new life. I did not have the time or the strength, it happened on its own.

From now on, my notes were the first pages of a new life.

I had sent the first volume to Nurgül. She did not know that I would send it to her. At first, I was very curious, but I could imagine what had gone through her mind when she saw the cassette. Although she was one of my loved ones, I knew nothing about the developments in her personal life. Now it was time to see my loved ones.

"Finally, the time had come ..."

Nurgül and my other loved ones, whom I will talk about later, were not among those I wanted to take revenge on. They were people whom I loved and wanted to protect. Because I did not want to hurt them, my siblings and I had made a very serious decision at that time at the breakfast table.

Although this decision was very difficult for us, we had to carry it out. We were afraid of harming our loved ones, and although it was difficult, we had made this decision together.

It may be that I left eight years ago to protect my siblings and myself, even from the people I loved the most.

I was angry at myself for hurting my loved ones. For eight years, I could not overcome my anger. Maybe I still haven't managed to do so until today.

At that time, I could no longer stay in the state of North Rhine-Westphalia, so I moved to another state in Germany. This time, it was a metropolis ... It happened very quickly via the Internet. Within a day or two, I had gathered the job postings of almost twenty-five hairdressers. Wherever our destiny led, this new job would help us to answer one of the most important questions of our lives.

In which city would we live?

On the Internet, I searched for a hair salon, there I saw the pictures on their website, plus there were pictures of each employee. The pictures I saw were beautiful. There I wanted to go to work for a trial. So I said to myself, "Whatever happens, the hair salon opens at 7:30." After booking a hotel room, I packed a small bag for my needs and said goodbye to my siblings without wasting time, then I headed to the main train station.

This was the first experience we had as siblings. It was the first time we were separated from each other. The circumstances of life demanded it, it was a trial for each of us, even if only for one day and for one night.

While I packed my bag for my train ride, my siblings had prepared brioche rolls and snacks for dinner. My books that I wanted to finish reading and, of course, my admissions assistant would accompany me on the way.

Four and a half hours I would be traveling by train, to our unknown future. I was honestly excited, but this time the feeling was very different. We were going to decide where we were going. Not others would decide for us. We would not be forcibly or involuntarily subjected to a new situation. We would decide for ourselves. That had given me a very good feeling at the time. I remembered well that it increased my self-confidence, my head was clear, my gait was straight!

"The expected day" had come. In these lines you can now read what I had sent to Nurgül, how I had disappeared. I will continue where I had ended in the second book.

When you have no reason to stay, you don’t need a reason to go.

CHAPTER

2

This time I really didn't know how and where to start talking. What if I said that I had a burden or stagnation? I was sorry that everything had turned out this way. I was tired and started my life all over again every time. Didn't I have the right to build a normal and orderly life and live it like everyone else? Until now, I had never been independent, never!

All decisions about our lives were made for us by others. No one cared what we wanted, even if it was against our will. We had to implement the decisions we made for us.

Just now, for the first time, I faced a situation with my siblings alone decision about our lives to make, this would not be easy for us. It was a difficult phase. A turning point where we had to break off contact with all our loved ones.

If it was just that, I would say ‘‘‚Whatever‘‘, but my siblings and I would turn a whole new page. We were going to start from scratch in a new city. We would say "hello" to a brand new life, far away from everyone. We would leave without saying goodbye. My heart ached, it was too hard for me to say goodbye. Sometimes people have to implement the decisions they made in their lives, even if it was difficult and painful. But I felt compelled to implement the decision we made.

My destination was Hesse, I arranged to meet at the hair salon I had chosen through the job posting for a trial day from one of the ads.

On the train, I was recording the next shot. I had been on the road for about two and a half hours and still had an hour and a half ride ahead of me. I knew I had a long journey ahead of me, so I took my books that I had started and couldn't continue reading, my recording assistant, food and drink. On the train, I wanted to take advantage of the time. I had to change trains a total of three times, which cost me another hour.

Finally, my train ride was over. The hotel was right next to the hairdresser. After getting the keys at the reception, I retired to my room. I was in a metropolitan area... Everywhere was very crowded. Instinctively, I hoped I wouldn't get lost here in the big city. Anyway, then I said to myself, "Do your trial day first, the rest will come later."

For me, this long trip was actually like a rest day, like a regeneration. The weather was good, people flocked to the street to enjoy the sun. I couldn't see the hair salon from the window of my hotel room. Tomorrow morning I would have breakfast in the cafeteria just across the street so I could watch the hair salon while they were working.

Now, without wasting time, I wanted to visit the city a little. It was quite late. Everywhere the stores were closed, but still, I wanted to hurry a little. Although I was afraid of getting lost, I went determinedly.

It’s 22:25

Back in the hotel room, I was full. In my pajamas, I sat on my bed in rest mode. I leaned back comfortably while I continued my recordings, because I wanted to tell as much as possible.

In retrospect, of course, I was more mature today. I could certainly repeat this sentence years later, because experience makes a person mature. After all my experiences in my childhood years I had considered myself mature, but I was not. This I knew now.

Let's go back to the days when I was sold by my stepmother to a married man. The following questions went through my mind for a while. The gendarmerie had taken Uncle Ferhat away. But where had they taken him? Where was he now? Had he only been arrested by the gendarmerie or was he also being punished? Would they ignore my complaint? These questions gnawed at me. As these feelings and thoughts rose, I made a decision and began to investigate.

Immediately, I called the gendarmerie of our village, then I explained the situation to them. Although years had passed, the commander remembered that day. He looked up in the computer what had happened then. Within twenty-four hours, he had simply been released. This was expected, because I had not made a written complaint.

Why had this happened? He had touched me only one day. A year and a half after that he didn't, it was just that one day. Why had he done that? That one day inflicted deep wounds on me. After that, they had not left me alone, but tortured me day after day for a year and a half. This was not to go unpunished. I had called the police and asked what I should do. Then, as the police had told me, I had sent my complaint to the public prosecutor's office. While I had been living with my aunts in Germany, I had gathered all the necessary information. After I had submitted it, there had been radio silence for a long time, no letter or phone call. I had waited almost five months. When nothing came of it, I tried again to reach something by telephone, because I wanted to know the status of my written complaint. My Turkish residence seemed to be with the family that had adopted us, because they sent my letters there. Therefore, they could not process my complaint. However, I had given my address in Germany. Of course, there were some setbacks. My brother hadn't even noticed that there was a letter. It was as if they had completely cut us out of their lives, but I would still meet them. I was just waiting for that time.

Now we are in Yasemin's revenge! However, I had not mentioned many negatives in Yasemin's struggle. What I had mentioned so far was maybe twenty percent of what I had experienced. From the first day to the last, I was bullied, harassed, beaten, and tortured by everyone almost every day by my husband's family. It was difficult for me to accept this. Sometimes violence was not used, but instead various cruelties were committed. I was not allowed to go out for almost a year. I was officially held hostage in the house, I was like a prisoner, yet I was a child when I went through this. Something like that was not allowed to happen nowadays ... Hadn't any of the neighbors seen it?

Why hadn't they called the police to complain? What kind of world were we living in?

Forced detention is a crime!

While I was experiencing all of this, these questions gnawed at my mind, "How can the criminal not be punished?" These thoughts never left me. That is why I had devoted myself to this subject outside working hours.

Even after years, I wanted the criminals to be punished. Therefore, I would gradually take care of everyone who had hurt me back then. Individually, they would feel it. I was determined ...

The criminals had to be punished!

At that time I had been thirteen years old. I had been sold by my stepmother to a married man whom I had called uncle. When his wife could not have children, they had taken me to extend their generation. On the first day I was subjected to violence and a rape in a very horrible way. While I had lived through those nightmarish days, my experiences had a profound impact on my life. I was called names and pushed around every day. By every family member, by everyone. By everyone ...

About a year later I was finally allowed to enter the garden around the house. They tied a long iron chain to my foot. The other end was fixed in the concrete on the ground. Depending on which side of the garden I was working on, they lengthened or shortened the chain. But I could never go into the garden alone. Even though I was chained, there was always one or more with me. I was chained like a dog, it was a very bad feeling.

What had happened was truly an atrocity!

Days had come and gone. Yes, I do not hold on to those days. Only the deep wound in me had remained, it did not go away. This time had left deep scars on me. As if I were still bound to iron chains, these experiences tied me up. What kind of tyranny was this? What kind of humanity was this? My mind simply could not understand this cruelty. Fortunately, it was not enough, because I did not want to understand it either.

By now it is 11:45 pm, I finished my recording for today.

My interview and the trial work were over. Now I was on my way back by train, so I would like to continue my recordings as I had experienced the day.

Ready early in the morning I had woken up. After I had handed in the room key, I had watched the hair salon during breakfast. Already in the morning there was a rush of customers.

There were many customers, I had liked that. I had to be very convinced of my choice. Not only the employer should decide, I had to like and choose my new workplace. At first glance, everything was understandable. After my breakfast, I entered the salon just in time and introduced myself. Of course, I didn't know fluent German, as if I had been born and raised here. From my pronunciation it could be heard that I had come to Germany only later. After all, I had an accent. I accepted that, but it would get better with time, but I needed a little more time.

She liked the way I worked. After working in customer service for about two hours, she asked me to give her a wavy blow-dry hairstyle and then an updo. Her hair was nice and long and straight. I blow dried the waves the way she wanted, then did an elegant updo to her liking. She had liked it so much that she kept repeating that it was great. I was very talented at my craft. I knew I could do it because I was confident in what I was doing. There was an atmosphere of luxury in the salon. The look, the presentation, the quality, the professional products and the salon were great from start to finish.

Then I retreated to the back room with my new employer, that's where we had started talking. We had shaken hands, the only problem was moving there first. The co-worker she was working with was pregnant. She was leaving in three months when her notice period was up. That's why she was looking for a new employee.

In a luxurious hair salon, my salary would be more than at the jobs I had worked at until now. Of course, it was also a different state, the laws were different here. Hairdressers were paid more here. As we talked, she asked me for all sorts of seminar materials and my credentials. But I had neither, not even a completed apprenticeship. Yes, I had started the profession, but I had to give it up because I had moved. So I had been looking for a job as a clerk. Then she said to me, "If you can really do such beautiful updos and blow-dry like that, finish the apprenticeship you started here, but you'll get a normal hairdresser's salary from me. I need skilled hands like yours."

It had pleased me so much that she was so human. For my own future, of course, I would never refuse such an offer. So I had accepted it immediately.

"Now you will start in a luxury salon. You must do your hair beautifully, also be very well-groomed, already perfect, from the eyelashes to the nails," she admonished me kindly.

The hair salon where I was going to work was very elegant. There was no more crowding and quick check-in of customers. I had to keep up with my new luxurious job. In fact, I had to take care of my nails. Working at home and gardening were not conducive. True, I always used files, moisturizing creams and bright nail polish or even a bright clear polish. But I didn't go and get a manicure. The salon I had just worked at had cosmetic customer service. I was really excited! Maybe this would change me, too. Maybe, as I entered a brand new life, I would say "hello" to a new Yasemin.

What was life for a strange thing?

Already I was dreaming of the new life we would soon begin. It was another world for me. Didn't I always have to start from scratch anyway? Hadn't I met a new life every time? Hadn't the new life I faced always made me stronger? Hadn't I matured through the wealth of experience? It had always been like that ... But didn't it also make life interesting that way?

Colors of life; It’s not like watercolors, you can’t keep the tone you want.