When I heard that my fictions, that have published on website, were republished without my consent, I was angry.
Shortly later, I calmed down.
At that time, I thought I was fine; I thought I was strong enough.
But after, I saw that I was weak. I cried. I did for two nights.
My friends tried to encourage men; they comforted me. They told me to be away from Internet for a while; they said I should do something to relax.
I decided to look at my photos and videos folders.
I viewed them, one by one, slowly. There were many, including picture of myself, places that I have been, nature, food, tree etc.
Suddenly, I found few photos about a tree; I remember it was near my house.
When I saw the tree, I felt something.
That tree was special. It was growing along the wall of a house. Its root was not in ground. However, it was alive, just it had no many leaves and it grew slowly.
When I saw it, I had a thought, 'It's root does not touch the land, but it can grow. I am human. My feet touch earth, my face can rise. Just met a small problem, I am hopeless and depressed, how can I survive in this world?'
After thinking, I become fresh. My mind is motivated. I am relaxed.
I don't feel anything anymore related to the stories that have been stolen. They will not halt, I know for sure, they will continue. Not only my stories but also other writers' stories.
Well, I cannot stop them to take my stories, however, I can reduce.
I think. I consider. Then I decide to not stop writing, but I will update my story one chapter in six months.
This is how I fight with the story-takers. Like I mention, I cannot end them. They are many, I am alone, and I am low-tech; I cannot win over them. Just I want to find justice for myself.
I consider myself as a mother and stories are like my kids, so I will try my best to protect my children.