Can one ever be happy for not having a child?

My heart sank when I saw the photograph of the yellow "dolmuş" burnt to ashes after the explosions in Istanbul's Beşiktaş district near the Vodafone Arena Stadium because I live in Beşiktaş and I regularly take these "chartered yellow cabs" that shuttle between Beşiktaş and Taksim. 

Both explosions on Dec. 10, a Saturday night, occurred in the neighborhood I live. My mother, my sister and one of my best friends all live right next to Maçka Park. It was only two hours before that I had passed near the stadium with one of these yellow dolmuşes. 

We have passed, I suppose, the point of "I could have been inside that dolmuş," or "I could have lost my loved ones in the explosion." These bloody attacks have entered so deep into our lives that in any one of them, any one of us could have been there or could be in the future. 

Personally, my only consolation is that I don't have a child. Could one ever be happy for not having a child? In this country, even people's delights are contrary to the flow of life. 

The dead and the injured do hurt us deeply; there is no question of that - it is as if they were our beloved ones. But what hurts even more are those who are trying to turn this into an opportunity; those who are attempting to show subservience to those in power while the dust of the explosions has even settled. 
If nothing, this is a shame. 

Even before the dead and the injured were counted, you had people associating this with the presidential system or claiming, out of the blue, that these bloody attacks started with the peaceful Gezi Park demonstrations… 

While body parts were still being collected from the roof of the stadium, yes, some people were engaged in discussions like these…

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