Believers Are Each Other's Mirrors.

We Cannot Abandon This Rabbit Hole For Fear Of A Traumatic Encounter With Our Own Culture.

Because Time Is A Drop In The Ocean, And You Cannot Measure Off One Drop Against Another To See Which One Is Bigger, Which One Is Smaller.

The Iron Rule Of Prudence For An Istanbulite Woman: If You Are As Fragile As A Tea Glass, Either Find A Way To Never Encounter Burning Water And Hope To Marry An Ideal Husband Or Get Yourself Laid And Broken As Soon As Possible. Alternatively, Stop Being A Tea-glass Woman!

I Like To Borrow A Metaphor From The Great Poet And Mystic Rumi Who Talks About Living Like A Drawing Compass. One Leg Of The Compass Is Static. It Is Fixed And Rooted In A Certain Spot. Meanwhile, The Other Leg Draws A Huge Wide Circle Around The First One, Constantly Moving. Just Like That, One Part Of My Writing Is Based In Istanbul. It Has Strong Local Roots. Yet At The Same Time The Other Part Travels The Whole Wide World, Feeling Connected To Several Cities, Cultures, And Peoples.

That Was The One Thing About The Rain That Likened It To Sorrow: You Did Your Best To Remain Untouched, Safe And Dry, But If And When You Failed, There Came A Point In Which You Started Seeing The Problem Less In Terms Of Drops Than As An Incessant Gush, And Thereby You Decide You Might As Well Get Drenched.