Homeland; My Red Line
Homeland; My Red Line When I see others betray their homeland so recklessly, I am left stunned and fall into a deep silence. Because I am ready to sacrifice my life for my country. To me, homeland is not merely a border on a map or a name in history books. My homeland is the land where I was born; the birthplace of my mother and my ancestors. It is the place from which the people dearest to me came, and where a part of my identity was shaped. I love my mother more than my own life; and the land where she was born holds a respect for me that cannot be described in words. That is why homeland is not just a simple word to me. My homeland is my honor and dignity; it is my red line. People can openly speak about what they do not accept and what they believe is wrong. But they cannot shake hands with someone who intends to harm their homeland. How can someone betray the soil in which a part of their very existence has taken root? Anyone who sells the country where the memories of generations...