Category Archives: In English

Mourning the lost speeches.

Right before sleeping, it is the typical but not the exclusive time of the day when virtual speeches are made. Very eloquently and smoothly, the words are improvised one after the other, pausing for moments between paragraphs, while change the … Continue reading

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A conversation that didn’t take place in reality

#: What if I tell you that we became very disconnected from our bodies and souls? @: Really? and how is that? #: We no more listen to what our bodies are trying to say to us in health and … Continue reading

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Letters to those who left.. (Chicago)

These words are written on the inside walls of a tunnel for pedestrians in downtown Chicago, the tunnel that is just besides the sculpture (Peace and Justice) and the Peace Garden by the Michigan Lake. I took the pictures in May … Continue reading

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From 3000+ to 200+!

I have to admit that I’m the kind of person who always feels reluctant to do the cleaning of the dishes, vacuuming, removing dust of the windows, tidying stuff. Usually, I move when the situation becomes disastrous! However, strangely, I … Continue reading

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Letter to self : tell the stories.

That urge to tell stories of past moments, maybe, is a sign of getting over the painful feelings we had, a sign of “Lessons are learned. Done.”, a sign of readiness to welcome the upcoming fresh stories and to fully … Continue reading

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(Photos) Calm ducks in the ancient English city..

One day, during my nearly one year stay in Oxford two years ago, I was active enough to wake up early and decide to walk inside Christ Church meadow before taking the bus to the department. I am glad that I did that, … Continue reading

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Those who witnessed hope..

Those who have seen lands that have been dry and in despair for years become colorful gardens that send joy in the hearts of whoever looks at them, darkness that they couldn’t recall when it started to exist, is replaced … Continue reading

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Lost in abstractions, and mistook his wife for a hat

Yesterday, I knew that Oliver Sacks died. It’s not that I knew that he’s a famous writer nor that I am a fan of neurology, but nearly 2 years ago I came across his book (The Man Who Mistook His … Continue reading

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Lost in memory, yet found in spirituality

After quoting some lines from the story of (The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat: And Other Clinical Tales) by Oliver Sacks, I started reading the next short story/case in the section (Losses), and it’s called (The Lost … Continue reading

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A letter to a Turkish lady in Chicago

To the Turkish lady, mother and wonderful host, Zehra Atcil, Assalam alikom dear Zehra. It’s been almost a year since we met, and less than a year since we communicated. This might seem awkward to you, me writing a letter to … Continue reading

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