Sleep Well, World!
Sleep Well, World! It was a cold February evening. Handan realized that her children were engrossed in an animated movie. The toys were scattered on the floor, the popcorn eaten with the movie spilled on the carpet when she looked around. She got up from couch and pour another cup of tea to her husband. Suddenly the reminding of bedtime phone alarm started ringing. “Come on, it's time for bed, don't forget to brush your teeth!” their father said. The children had completed their daily routine sleep preparations and had gone to bed. Their sleep problems had not been solved for a long time. “I can't sleep, mommy!” they cried every night. Whereas in another part of the world many oppressed children were sleeping in the mud. What were we doing to our children? What was missing? Handan's eyes filled with tears as she thought about all this and she felt ashamed for every scene she witnessed. Every time she couldn't find an answer, she remembered what the elders s