A man raped a girl today. He then cut her hands off, burnt her face and threw her in a forest.

Other men talk about this man.

(They are now watching him in the news on TV.)

"No, a normal sentencing isn't enough", I hear one of them say as I am walking down the stairs. "He should be burnt alive", he says staring at me as he hands me my ayran. I smile. Not a big one, just a slight move of my lips in a tightened upright position. He stares at my eyes. "Afiyet olsun."

Men. Men like him in a place like this, with other people like that, in a room as before. Men like this man like to make you feel really unsafe and then by not attacking you - literally by not jumping right on you with full open claws, they assume they've just saved you from themselves and it should be a plausible deed you owe to them. The only way to pay off the deed is to be nice.

I don't bring my hands together in the air and clap in this face in a frenzy to show my appreciation - even if I want to. My one hand is holding the ayran, the other one is in my coat pocket. Instead, I stretch my lips again, and make it look like a smille. He must have taken it as an applause. He has all the rights to. He looks happy.

Yes! I just made a man feel like a man again.