Category: MY ESSENTIALS
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Forgotten Childhoods: Reflections After a Village Visit
This is not an emotional lament. I want to speak about facts. Whether they taste like sorrow or sweetness, truth is often the sharpest medicine. Recently, I visited a family in a small village. The little girls I met there made me think. Maybe they weren’t even aware of it, but the helplessness they lived…
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Being a Woman at the Foot of a Grave
May 14, 2025 I have to write down what happened today.Because this isn’t just a story of a single day—it’s the embodiment of everything I’ve been silently carrying for years.And sadly, it came once again at the hands of people I know. The sun was already out when we set off. It was around 10…
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Nobody cared
Today, I have to write something important. Because something inside me is quietly breaking. Among all the thoughts spinning in my head lately, I’ve recognized a few emotions… Dangerous emotions. And to help you understand them, I need to take you back. Back to a little child. In middle school, I was—like always—introverted, overly emotional,…
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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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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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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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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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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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Crossroads and Rising Hope
Lately, my life has been changing at an odd, unexpected pace.Entangled worries, moments of happiness, uncertainties…But this time, I’m not in a dark spiral—I’m standing in a glowing intersection. In just a few days, I’ll be flying for the first time.Yes—for the first time.It might seem like a regular experience to most people,But to me,…
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To Protect Myself
When I recorded those videos, I was creating a window into my future. I wanted to see myself as the woman I truly am. I wanted to capture my emotions, my struggles, my journey—to look back one day when I had finally made it. But then, I deleted them all. And you know what? That…
