The Route

Every morning is a new beginning, fresh hopes...
For many of us, the day begins even before the sunrise.
Some of us might get the half way of their route even before the azan.
This repetitive journey may make you feel like you're in jail with all the chaos, colossality and stress of the city, but few of us might be aware of that.People actually seem like they are free and independent, but neither the route changes nor time.
I, as one who repeats this routine, see different people on the same route, different lives, different lives.
The best part of the route is, the suburbs, step kid of the cities, where is located a distance from the downtown, where mostly low-income people reside.
This area consisting of houses and lands that were abandoned for the city's swanky living spaces and also still consisting traces of late history with every single detail, becomes home to migrants and the others who are deprived of opportunity.
In other words, places where the city's relatively wealthy residents can watch with anxious eyes as they pass through with their vehicles, and where some people might not dare to walk through it at the expense of prolonging the road.
Even if it's ignored by some people, I'd say if a human being would have been a city, her heart would be the suburban.
People who experienced the suburban life know that life in the suburbs is felt with every ounce. This is where children still run across the streets, see every color and experience every emotion. Not only humans, but also animals are taking their role of this serene and life as well.
Sometimes this may hurt your feelings, but the relations and communications in these habitats are stronger than everywhere, and it has a smell of the neighborhood. It smells soil. It is sharp and emotional. It makes you feel like you feel a pang of grief. In fact, these are the city's precious treasures.