Category: Açelya`s Wings🦢
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Stop Justifying Abuse with Bloodlines
Let’s have a real conversation.I’m tired.Tired of people thinking that just because someone is “family,” they deserve unquestioning respect. That no matter what they do—how much they hurt you, ignore you, manipulate you—they’re automatically right, simply because they share your blood. Let me be clear: being family doesn’t give anyone the right to destroy your…
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A Skirt Shouldn’t Hurt This Much
This is not just a skirt. It’s hard to explain. But if I had to compress everything I’ve ever felt into a word, a photo, a single item—it would be this skirt. When I saw it, the emotions it stirred in me were unlike anything I had ever felt before. It became the embodiment of…
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After the Dreams That Turned to Dust
Time moves slowly in the village. Every morning, I wake up to the same view—stone walls, cracked roads, faces that never change. I feel trapped in a loop. I can’t move forward, and there’s nothing to go back to. The hours seem to grow heavier on purpose; every minute weighs on me like a burden.…
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The Poison Beneath Innocence
There is a poison beneath innocence, a deep poison… This phrase, although difficult to understand at first glance, begins to make sense when you spend even just a few days in a village. In the villages of the Middle East, observing the lives of women is an experience that deeply hurts the soul. Understanding this…
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To Succeed Out of Stubbornness
I was so small…And the world was enormous.Every time someone opened their mouth,They told me what I could never be.No one ever wondered what I might become. I wanted to succeed—Looking straight into their eyes.To silence those who said “You can’t,”To humble those who said “You won’t,”To walk the path they swore was impossible…Maybe it…
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I Need to Keep Writing
Lately, there’s something I feel more and more certain about. And with each passing day, that feeling grows stronger. I need to keep writing these blog posts. In fact, not just keep writing—I need to turn this into a way of life. And honestly, it already is. Writing has become something that brings me peace.…
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Poverty is only glorified when you’re helpless.
Understanding the meaning behind this sentence isn’t hard. Lately, I’ve been hearing—and for years have heard—a misconception that I now feel compelled to address. This idea is, unfortunately, very common in my region, especially among my family. Understanding how it formed and how it leads people to ruin is a matter worthy of academic discussion.…
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HAS NOT BEEN SELECTED AND GERMANY
When I first started writing these blog posts, there was a quiet dream I carried inside me. America. A soft “maybe one day…” lingering in the back of my mind. And for the past three years, every May, that dream has been frozen by the same cold screen. Today is May 3rd, 2025.My third application.And…
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Hate Hiding Behind Science: A Response from a Trans Girl
This blog post is important because we will give the necessary answer to a “Transphobic” man (you identify yourself as a woman, but sorry, I prefer to call you a man. I hope you are not offended?) who definitely disturbs me a lot and writes very harsh sentences with arrogance and humiliation hidden under his…
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I am a woman ⭐️
Sometimes life puts such heavy stones in your path that you lose your way.You find yourself in the middle of a dark forest.Without music playing in your ears, you’d probably lose your mind.Reality often cuts deeper than pain.You don’t get used to it—you just learn to survive it. Whenever I try to talk to people…
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The Impact of Familial Deficiencies and Societal Prejudices on a Transgender Identity: Debunking Misconceptions
The messages and feedback I have received have deeply affected me. Especially the idea that my trans identity is what led me to depression or pushed me towards thoughts of suicide is a great misunderstanding. The truth is that the things that made me depressed or led me to attempt suicide were not my identity,…
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Left Alone with My Own Darkness
Not a day goes by without the weight inside me growing heavier. A sadness I can’t fully name settles on my chest… Sometimes I’m not even doing anything—just walking down the street or catching my reflection in a shop window… and my eyes begin to fill with tears. Something deep within me can’t take it…
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On the Verge of Leaving Istanbul: A Confession of Fear
On April 17th, I boarded a plane for the first time in my life.The excitement of that moment felt like I was tasting freedom for the very first time.I even shared that experience with you.And what I wrote was read more than any of my other writings.Maybe, for the first time, I had written a…
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The Silent Scream of Accumulated Hatred
There is a growing hatred inside me. Silent, yet burning… A hatred for the land I live in, for the people who stole what was mine, for those who shattered my heart and then wore innocence like a mask. It grows—this hatred—for everyone and everything. Even the last fragments of my will to live are…
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I Tell My Story, Not You
Upon receiving a recent message, I felt the need to clarify certain misunderstandings.This response is not filled with anger, but rather with a firm commitment to truth. Let’s Talk About the Truth First of all, I love flowers, insects, airplanes, and cars immensely.I don’t know where the idea came from that I hate such things…
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I Didn’t Break, I Just Delayed What Needed to Be Said
I’ve stayed silent until now. I’ve been hurt, crushed, excluded—but I stayed silent. Because I believed that one day, every word that needed to be said would find its place. But now it’s no longer time to wait—it’s time to speak. These lines are written in anticipation of something that may very well happen. And…
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Will Anyone Hear My Voice?
I’m writing these words for the days when they will finally mean something. These days, I hate myself the most. There’s no guarantee I’ll even survive, and I don’t know if I truly have the will to live. There’s no desire left in me, and nowhere to go. Life drags me around like trash, tossing…
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My First Flight: The Awakening of a Dream
I’m experiencing the excitement of boarding a plane for the very first time in my life. We set off for the airport in the early hours of the morning. The roads were dark, but it was the perfect moment for dreaming. Inside me, there was a sense of restlessness, curiosity… but above all, the dreams…
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Building My Own Kingdom: Chasing a Dream
All my life, I’ve been searching for meaning. I always felt like something was missing, but I could never quite name it. That was, until the idea of Adriana’s Wings began to take shape in my mind. One morning I woke up and said to myself, “I need to build something that’s mine.” Something that…
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Don’t Give Too Much Meaning to People
There is a truth about life that I’ve come to believe deeply through years of experience: You should never give too much meaning to people. Throughout my life, I’ve met many different people in all kinds of environments—at work, weddings, school, games, and random gatherings. The list could go on endlessly. And yet, there’s one…
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