{:en} There are rooms  I have never known,  Seen but never entered.  My name is written on them,  My age is written on them,  On some, my destiny is written.  Some are ajar,  Some are locked.  Some are rooms of my heart,  Some of my mind,  And some are rooms of my soul... Beril Yabar  04-2024 {:}{:tr} Odalar var Hiç bilmediğim Görüpte girmediğim Üzerinde adım yazıyor Yaşım yazıyor Bazısında kaderim yazıyor Bazıları aralı Bazıları kilitli Bazıları yüreğimin Bazıları aklımın Bazılarıysa ruhumun odaları… Beril Yabar 04-2024 {:}

{:en} I love the holidays. The happiest and funniest of my childhood memories belong to the mornings of the feast. I remember when I was 9-10 years old in my pink dress, brand new patent leather shoes, and skirts flying up and down the stairs, trying to catch up with the holiday table, like today… My first article in our newspaper ‘ARTTMODERNMIAMI’ coincided with an American holiday, “Thanksgiving Day”. Now I would like to tell you about the “Candy Feast” celebration. Candy Feast mornings are special. After the 30-day fast, the breakfast table is very enticing… The hands of the elders are kissed, and the little ones are...

{: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} , Awareness, and Healing: The Language of a Table        Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper represents more than a sacred scene; it reveals the fragile balance of human relationships. Trust, betrayal, realization, and acceptance exist side by side. This essay transforms that long table into life itself, inviting the reader to step inside the painting and take their own seat. Because every life is a table and how we choose to sit determines the course of the story. Leonardo Da Vinci Making Space for Yourself at the Table of Life       Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper is not merely a religious narrative, but a map of the human psyche...

{:en} There are rooms  I have never known,  Seen but never entered.  My name is written on them,  My age is written on them,  On some, my destiny is written.  Some are ajar,  Some are locked.  Some are rooms of my heart,  Some of my mind,  And some are rooms of my soul... Beril Yabar  04-2024 {:}{:tr} Odalar var Hiç bilmediğim Görüpte girmediğim Üzerinde adım yazıyor Yaşım yazıyor Bazısında kaderim yazıyor Bazıları aralı Bazıları kilitli Bazıları yüreğimin Bazıları aklımın Bazılarıysa ruhumun odaları… Beril Yabar 04-2024 {:}

{:en} We were peaceful and tranquil as children, but as we grew older, this peace was replaced with tension, anxiety, and the hustle and bustle of life. It is essentially ourselves, even though we initially sought peace and tranquility outdoors. We believe that happiness is a quick reaction that may be offered to us by people from the outside and that we can find tranquility in the things and experiences that the outside world offers. Let's take a moment to reflect: Have you ever been by yourself, silently relaxing your body with body motions and observing your thoughts while sitting down? Or have you ever expressed gratitude while...

{:en} I am experiencing the justified pleasure of visiting London twice in a row in June and September, which I visited when I was studying design at the university, and then I could not get the opportunity and I could not get it out of my mind. It is a pleasure for me to tell you about this pleasure, believe me. Hello, by the way, I am Kamil. I'm a designer, an entertainer, an inveterate bachelor, a man full of madness. I love having fun and entertaining so much that I even ran a bar, restaurant, and nightclub for a while. I lived in Istanbul for years, but now...

{:en} Recovery in a psychiatric institution often focuses on physical stabilization, but what about the mind? In the midst of medication intake and daily hospital routines, small moments of connection create powerful shifts. Moments like this made me reflect on the importance of psychological well-being in a psychiatric institution. While the primary focus is understandably placed on physical stabilization, the emotional needs of patients are equally significant and can greatly enhance their recovery journey. Today, I want to explore how psychological support can complement the physical recovery process and why it deserves attention in this context. During my internship, I had the opportunity to observe what recovery looks...