Ayse Ates was trying to cross the road in Aksaray city, but a car hit her, and she seriously injured. Paramedics took her to the hospital; nevertheless, Ates passed away in the hospital. Ayse left five tearful children and her husband, an imprisoned teacher who was expelled by a Decree-Law.
Ayse Ates was trying to take care of her five children. But, unfortunately, she died in a traffic accident on April 13, 2019, in Aksaray.
Ayse Ates was longing for her children who fled persecution in Turkey and sought asylum in other countries. Her tribulation was no limit to this. Mr Ates, who used to be a teacher, was dismissed from his profession with a statutory decree and arrested. Ates’s life began to pass on the prison roads to visit her husband. These roads would one day lead her to death instead of to her husband. According to the news in Yenicag, the young woman who wanted to cross the street on April 14 was seriously injured when she was hit by a car. She passed away after 75 days in intensive care in the hospital. A mind-blowing incident occurred right after the accident, and the 23-year-old driver cried in the spot not for Ates he killed but for his damaged vehicle. He also reacted to the members of the press who captured these moments on cameras.

Narration from Late Ayse Ates’s daughter: My Mother
My mother…
Made a sacrifice that most people could not dare,
Sent one of her children to Africa and one to Central Asia at their young ages,
Was awarded `Mother of the year`.
Renounced herself for the sake of Allah.

People asked: `How can you be separated from your children for years, longing for your children?`
You replied: `For the sake of my LORD, I bear cross`.

What she wanted to see the most was to attend the weddings of her children while they were abroad. However, like most mothers, she could not bid farewell to them in their wedding gowns from her house. She became ill from the sadness of this.

Wanted them to return for years and left this world without meeting with them, without hugging them for the last time..

In her most difficult times, she was suddenly ostracized and labelled a `terrorist` by her relatives, siblings, neighbours and friends whom she has known and loved for decades.

While her husband was in prison, she was both mother and father to her children at home.
You hit the pavement by not leaving your husband alone in prison, visiting him every week without getting tired of it.

Worked for the good of humanity until her last breath in order to win Allah’s blessed approval with her pure heart.

O my mother, May God make her place heaven.
May my Lord, bring us together in the Firdevs Paradise and make us neighbours to our Prophet (pbup).

(My father was taking care of my 89-year-old moribund grandfather. A year ago, my father was released from prison and arrested again, one week after my mother’s death, without feeling his pain correctly. So my brothers and sisters had stayed at home for four months with two pains (placing my mother in the graveyard and seeing off my father in prison), and they tried to take care of my dying grandfather. Finally, my father was released after four months, and he could take care of them all.)

As for us;
We had a wedding without our parents abroad by pretending to be happy, artificial smiles on our faces… On top of that, while our mother was dying in her sickbed, we were expelled from our motherland because of The Tyrant, writhing to find out where we needed to go, seeking out among the impossible options. As if that were not enough, longing for our mothers, we could not go to our mother’s funeral, could not kiss her for the last time, and could not do our final duties to her.
We leave the rest to Allah.. to the oppressors and to those who were unable to speak out against the atrocities committed and, who couldn’t cry out `You didn’t deserve what was done, what cruelty!!`