{:en} Hi Everybody, I took a break from my writing for a while, but I missed you so much. I hope you noticed my absence. If you're wondering why I'm not there, I've been working on a big project for a while. I am working intensively on both my new book and a work I am working on. The shooting of the script we wrote together with a well-known screenwriter continues. My very talented colleagues and I have been brainstorming for months; Therefore, with all my attention and time; I concentrated on my projects and cinema. Super stories accumulated in my "People of Another World" interview series and my...

{:en} Today I would like to tell you about a trip to Greece many years ago.A blue and white country like the colors on its flag that resembles Turkey with its history, nature, culture, music, and food, which I had the opportunity to visit several times because it is close to Turkey.This time we chose to go to Greece by cruise. I boarded the ship from Izmir with my college friend. One of the nice things about cruises is that you can travel without constantly packing your luggage and changing your room. Although this is a comfort, the time spent on land is limited, so it is necessary...

{:en} For the third of my travel articles, this time I will tell you about Istanbul. My city is Istanbul! Before settling in America, Istanbul, where I was born, grew up, fell in love, had a lot of fun, was very sad, traveled, grew up, lived! Istanbul is one of the most exotic cities in the world. I always proudly say to people I've just met: “I come from Istanbul” and after saying that, I watched with pleasure the expressions of admiration and respect that appeared on the faces of the people in front of me. As a human being, I have a curious nature. I am curious...

{:en} It’s summer June’s reign is just over. The sun is flooding  Through the shades, Casting unnatural shadows— through the blades of the blinds  Playing shadow games Against my curves. It is caressing my arms, Drawing lines across my stomach, Wrapping around my sun-kissed legs, Touching all but my face. As I lay here, Half-naked and free, While The sun dances with me,  I feel… nothing— Sorrow now fills the room, like the slow, thick drift of a Cuban cigar— sweet, smoky, and suffocating. Spilling from the dark side of  my face; the ‘ache’ lingers around  Just like  The decaying scent of my  Wretched soul…. This scent of death… The death of who I used to be. Sadness turns into pity As the ego leaves the room I now remember  How I pretended not to see/Their sins! For how I turned...

{:en} “Youth is wasted on the young.” – George Bernard Shaw Is youth really wasted on the young? Or do we, as we grow older, begin to speak to the young with a tone that carries a hint of complaint, a sigh beneath the surface? As if an unspoken sentence lingers in the background: “We struggled… now it’s your turn.” Or that familiar refrain: “You’ll understand when you’re our age… though by then, it will be too late.” this phrase is not really about the young at all, but about life’s peculiar sense of timing. The one thing that, once gone, is truly gone: time itself. The...

{:en} A Night Full of Sparkling Celebrations! New Year is a day of great celebration in Azerbaijan, the country known as the Land of Fire, as it is around the world. In the capital Baku, popularly known as the "city of winds", the New Year usually includes various events such as fireworks, concerts, street festivals, and light shows. Baku is a vibrant and active city with many options for New Year events. Celebrations are held in squares, parks, and other public spaces in the city. New Year's Eve can also take place among families, in restaurants, or at private parties. You can celebrate the New Year by attending local events...

{:en} A View of the Cosmos from MiamiMarch 15 – 22, 2026A Cosmic StoryAs evening slowly settles over Miami, the ocean breeze moves gently through the palm trees. Above, the sky is entering one of the most intuitive periods of the astrological year.The Sun is still traveling through the final degrees of Pisces. In astrology, these days are considered a threshold of closure. Some stories come to an end, while others have not yet begun.This week the sky reminds us of something simple:Sometimes life is understood not by analyzing it, but by feeling it.The Energy of the WeekThe final days of Pisces are among the most mystical...

{:en} Love is the rose’s fate, melancholy as the soul within the body. Surely, it will be abandoned, never knowing its true master— heedless, cursed, a vagabond. The music intoxicates me. I lose myself, slowly opening up. Each day, my leaves change color— red for love, yellow for longing, pink for rarity, white for peace, and purple for exile. I have changed, yet love remains the same. It wears a thousand masks, but I always feel its arrival. Its peace, its scent, the butterflies in my stomach, the absentmindedness, the urgency of thought, the need to create and rise from the ashes. You are the truest, most beautiful love. Yet I have never found peace— bodies are torture, souls are always false! Had you told me to leave, I would have...