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She was writing every day, leaving no gaps in her life. It was as if she did not want to forget, as if she did not want to give a break for a moment so that her memories would not be lost. During the years she was in a mental hospital, she wrote the novel "Cold Nights of Childhood" with her pen that accompanied her, papers and thoughts floating in her mind. How else could she bear the murderous silence of this place, its bleak and tasteless food? She expressed this situation as follows:

“I thought to myself to hang in there. They will not be able to change your thoughts and make them adopt to theirs anyway. You will never be the way that they want to see you. Any pain can be endured as long as you don’t recognise it. "


The treatment, military coup and martial law period passed over Tezer and her loved ones like a cylinder. But she never gave up on the fight.


"If we quail, our whole purpose for life will be destroyed. We’ll get bored." She did not give up after she was "treated". She held on to life with stronger and more confident hands.


A baby girl was born as the fruit of her marriage with Erden Kıral. Tezer was also a mother now. She named her beautiful daughter Deniz. She chose this name because of her admiration for Deniz Gezmiş who she loved very much, who had been executed by the decision of the martial law court. She wanted to explain something.! Tezer Özlü did not write to teach throughout her life anyway. Those who, based on her writings, regarded her as miserable and depressive, were greatly mistaken. Those who were discouraged just by what she wrote, would see an endless vitality if they looked at her life.

Despite all her difficulties, she continued to write and struggle. She told everything in such a plain and sincere language without fear or distortion; she used to express the political events of the period she was in, the effects of her first sexual experience on her, and the facts accepted by society but not accepted by her, without being embarrassed and uneasy, in a clear language. Her pen, like herself, would not succumb to anything and could not be limited. Thus, she displayed a new kind of writer's morality, a rare kind.


Tezer Özlü was a master at destroying the distance between her readers and the formality. Those who read her seemed to hear their own inner voices. She was also continuing her studies in the social field, doing whatever was necessary for the development and dissemination of Turkish Literature. She wasn't idle even for a moment.

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