A human being does not come into this world merely to eat, drink, and satisfy basic daily needs. Possessing a brain unlike any other living creature, human capabilities far exceed those of most species. Within our brain, weighing just one and a half kilograms, sit eighty-five…
In this piece, I want to talk to you about a foundation. The foundation is called Fireweed. It was established to support women and children who have faced inequality, poverty, violence, and discrimination. Although it was founded in the United Kingdom, its reach extends…
The Sivas Massacre of 2 July remains another open wound in my heart. Does the pain of it ever truly fade?
When it comes to art—be it music, theatre, painting, poetry, or cinema—certain names inevitably cross everyone's mind; individuals who are complete strangers to us, yet to whom we are connected deeply through the heart, figures we frequently strive to emulate. Sometimes a…
Have you ever truly pondered death? When you were just a little child, turning your gaze toward the heavens, did death cross your mind the moment the pure whiteness of the clouds touched your eyes? Did you question why we were born, or why we die? For what purpose did we…
Winter is the hardest of all seasons. This is why, even when mentioned in poems and songs, it always speaks of coldness; of separation in romance, of yearning in migration. It never reflects joy, nor does it tell of happiness. When I think of winter, beyond the idyllic image…
One day, a man found himself homeless and began living at a bus shelter. He lay down on a makeshift bed he had created for himself with a blanket and a duvet, and he didn't get up from there for days. After a while, his weakened body could no longer bear it, and he drew his…
Children have been trying to tell adults something vital for a while now. They are protesting, writing on social media, striking from school; the question they ask is: "Why should we prepare for a future that does not exist?"
I only ever traveled to Kayseri once. I never went back. I had a reason that meant I simply had to go; my grandmother, whom I had never seen, lived there and she was growing incredibly old. Do not ask why I hadn't been able to see her until then. Sometimes life is stronger…
When I asked my poet friend, who returned to the homeland for good after living in exile for twenty years once his sentence was lifted, "How did you find the country?" he shared many observations, but the one that touched me deepest was this: "I cannot bear to look into the…
