Mesut Şenol As the blinding mountainside was shrinking and going beyond the horizon Non blowing top was being shrouded by shadows and at a such end of a sunshine I enter into the world of the fairies without asking and start flying on my magic carpet out of clear sky I give way to the
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By Mesut Şenol Fatma Hanım, one of the officials in charge of authors at Nilüfer Municipality, welcomed me at the Bursa Bus Terminal and brought me to Gölyazı. Before arriving at the Writers’ House (Yazıevi) Guest House, she took me on a short tour of Gölyazı, showing me the Weeping Plane Tree (Ağlayan Çınar), the
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Lucia Cupertino I recently became acquainted with the work of Ayumi Shibata, a Japanese-born artist who builds macrocosms and microcosms using the ancient washi paper craft. I was dazzled by this artwork, because she employs such a fragile material to build cities, landscapes, scenery that gradually come to inhabit space in a powerful and
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Author: Mesut Şenol The Writer’s Process of Self-Construction Literature, in its simplest definition, is the human effort to understand humanity and the universe. However, this endeavor is neither an abstract mental exercise conducted alone in an ivory tower, nor is it a didactic tool put directly at the command of society. The existence of the
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“Mehmet, come inside!” called out the Mukhtar. “Yes sir, Mukhtar, I’m coming!” Guard Mehmet was wearing a custom outfit made of brown felt, resembling the uniforms of neighborhood night watchmen. The Mukhtar’s eyes locked onto Guard Mehmet. “Mehmet, as you know, our village hasn’t had a midwife for many years. Every time I go to
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The children of the school principal, Teacher Süleyman—Alper and Buket—were enjoying their holiday. As darkness fell, Alper, Buket, Mehmet, Ayşe, İsmail, Fatma, and İmdat sat together in a far corner of the schoolyard, chatting and gazing up at the stars in the sky. While the children were carrying on a pleasant conversation among themselves, sudden
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I could never get enough of looking at the partridges Grocer Uncle Ahmet kept in reed cages inside his shop. Black rings adorned their gray and beige bodies. Their red beaks resembled human lips. I was always looking forward to being sent to the grocery store. It was early May. In the afternoon, my classmates
“Alper, look who came! Serpil! She brought us figs!” My sister Buket was calling out to me from next to Serpil, who was standing at the door with a basket of fresh figs. Serpil was the tallest and thinnest student in our class. When school started, we would take our places together with Serpil in
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All children dream. They see their dreams mostly in their sleep, sometimes while awake, and at the most unexpected times. “What on earth happened to this child? Reading books has turned him into a shut-in! He is sleepwalking in broad daylight!” “Don’t mind him, my dear. It is normal for children to dream. After all,
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Istanbul In the book The Naive and the Sentimental Novelist (Yapı Kredi Publications; 1st edition 2016, 8th edition 2025), a compilation of the Norton Lectures delivered by Orhan Pamuk at Harvard University, the acts of writing and reading novels, the inner workings of a writer’s mind, and the techniques of great novelists are expressed
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