Aysel has sung in the choir for fifteen years, but she has never once let her voice out. For the concert, Mr. Kemal gave her the first four bars of a Hüzzam song. After a sleepless night, Aysel walks to the park. As dawn breaks, the birds begin to sing.
Aysel's voice faded into the mist again. Don't be hard on yourself: fifteen years of silence don't open up in one rehearsal.
Her mother's wordsWhoever erases her own voice leaves the choir one voice short.
Harmony is not everyone making the same sound. It is everyone making their own, while listening to the others.
Three apples fell from the sky: one for Aysel, one for the chaffinch who sings his own signature in the dawn chorus, and one for you, who found your own pitch this morning.
The birds are waiting. Breathe in, and let it go. Carry on when you're ready.