Press TV’s correspondent in Turkey, Serena Shim, has been killed in a suspicious car accident near the Turkey-Syria border.
Shim was killed on Sunday as she was on a working mission in Turkey to cover the ongoing war in the strategic Syrian town of Kobani.
She was going back to her hotel from a report scene in the city of Suruç in Turkey’s Urfa Province when their car collided with a heavy vehicle. The identity and whereabouts of the truck driver remain unknown.
Shim, an American citizen of Lebanese origin, covered reports for Press TV in Lebanon, Iraq, and Ukraine.
On Friday, she told Press TV that the Turkish intelligence agency had accused her of spying probably due to some of the stories she has covered about Turkey’s stance on the ISIL terrorists in Kobani and its surroundings, adding that she feared being arrested.
Shim said she was among the few journalists obtaining stories of militants infiltrating into Syria through the Turkish border, adding that she had received images from militants crossing the Turkish border into Syria in World Food Organization and other NGOs’ trucks.
Shim flatly rejected accusations against her, saying she was “surprised” at this accusation “because I have nothing to hide and I have never done anything aside my job.”
Kobani and its surroundings have been under attack since mid-September, with the ISIL militants capturing dozens of nearby Kurdish villages.
Turkey has been accused of backing ISIL militants in Syria.
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Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
My mind lives in the future
My heart lives in the past
But my soul lives forever
In the emerald pools of your
Quaking my body
Waking me in the night
I grip the headboard
Hold on tight
I’m drowning in that green light
You’ve brought me to life
|—||Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via wordsnquotes)|
|—||Haruki Murakami (via liberatingreality)|
I just only wanted to love you.
Why you gotta make it so hard to be true.
Like the angel into hell
Was swift and never stopped
Burning and burning
And filling my veins with the glory
Of dark forbidden richness
Call me satana
I’m wearing red it’s all
And smells like sin
I loved and was crushed
Cayenne pepper and I’m spiced into it all
The threads of our life have Cajun stains
My rush every time I smell your body
As it devours mine in my dreams and In my life.
You had me with the first carnal touch,
Heart burn /Heart burn,
No relief just echoing heat,
Over and over I fall into the fires
Smoldering and charred I scream
And it’s your name on my lips:
I can’t take it back.
I can never undo it.
I’m black now-
Black things don’t go white
Black and red and spiced like real soul goes,
Hot on the tongue,
I’ll burn you back and you’ll crave me more:
Hash tagging my flavor so the world knows
That I’m your best creation
Your favorite obsession
Words like “hot” And “spicy”
To salivate and deliver
Fans of blackened dishes
Can’t stop clicking
They beg for the recipe
But it was years ago the fall
And this angel hasn’t been the same since
All for you,
And my quicksilver sticks,
Nobody else could handle a lick,
My black heart beats for only one fucking prick-
The one who set me on fire from first flick, the match to my wick
That night. That one night. When I
Cried it was so fucking good.
And we never stopped devouring each other every night after that.
All night…fucking. Late to work..fucking. Late to class…fucking. Late to my life… Fucking you. Over the sink, next to the kitchen, when the baby was asleep.
So loud the neighbors complained.
In every room. On every surface. Angry/Loving/Angry again-Always in love…
I’d take back that pain but never the searing burns our passion began,
So we end up:
Because I’ll take my flaming hell
For red coursing veins that scream out you name.
Happy Birthday, Erwin Schrödinger!
"What the hell was that?"
“You wouldn’t understand. That girl curls up on couches in sweat clothes with me and watches funny things on tv.
She holds my hand with fingers interlaced when we’re driving in the car.
She tells me I’m beautiful and never tries to hurt me.
It’s do dumb and simple and….perfect.
You wouldn’t get it.”
“Oh… So you don’t think miss this at all?”
“Listen. I tried to love you.
I tried. I thought you were special and you meant something to me. But all you did was play games and run away. I don’t want to play anymore.
I don’t know if it’s love with her-
But she treats me like a person and that’s worth it”