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You brought me into this world,You fed me, gave me drink, and raised me,You wiped away my tears with a single touch,You are my beloved mother.I have hurt you many times.Perhaps my tongue spoke cruel words,Perhaps my hateful words broke your heart,Yet you always loved me, my dear mother.Though I could never say how much I love you,Though I could never express it as every child should,Though I could never embrace you or kiss you,I have always loved you deeply, my dear mother.Now you are far away f

Eric J. Hobsbawm’s book *The Age of Empire 1875–1914* is a comprehensive study analyzing the period from the late 19th century to the threshold of the First World War. The book examines how political economic and social transformations during this era shaped global power balances. Hobsbawm defines this period as one marked by imperialist policies economic expansion and competition among the great powers period.The Age of Empire" image-alternate="" image-element-format="right">Content of the B

Foggy The Atlas of Misty Continents is known as a novel by İhsan Oktay Anar that blends his distinctive has style with literary traditions Turkish and reality. Roman transports the reader to 17th-century Ottoman Istanbul while offering a narrative enriched with philosophical inquiries and fantastical elements. Author constructs a multilayered story that deeply explores the individual’s quest for meaning and the complexity of human nature.Puslu Kıtalar Atlası" image-alternate="" image-element-for

SubjectWar In the book Yön ve Yol by Şafak Barkçin, the author emphasizes that the moral and cultural decay we encounter in daily life can, over time, evolve into an existential threat. In response to this threat, the author draws attention to the statement made by our Master (peace be upon him) in his Farewell Hutbe: "I have left you two things; as long as you hold fast to them, you will never go astray: the Book of Allah and the Sunnah of the Prophet."Imam Malik. Muwatta. Ensar Neşriyat Yayıne

It is an interesting question why rain evokes such different emotions in people. The same sound of rain can be soothing to one person while triggering an introverted mood in another. Some people love rainy weather; sitting by the window watching the outside and quietly spending time with a warm drink brings them comfort. Others notice that their energy drops along with the gray sky and feel more alone or melancholic.Perhaps the compelling aspect of rain lies in its ability to force people to pau

In the past, boredom was a natural part of life. Looking out the window during long bus rides, observing one’s surroundings while waiting in line, or simply feeling time pass slowly because there was nothing to do at home were common experiences. People sometimes found themselves in stillness, thinking, daydreaming, and sensing time move slowly. Although boring, boredom had its own place within the rhythm of life.Today, however, these same moments of stillness do not last as long. Because someth

When standing before a mirror, people often look not at the face itself but at its habits: the shadows beneath the eyes, the slow recession of the hairline, the fold of the lips that no longer smiles as freely as before. That morning was no different; as he washed his face, the cold water briefly scattered the residue of sleep, and as he wiped his forehead with a towel, his gaze caught on a fine line that had rested there for years, just above his eyebrow. How old it was no longer came clearly t

While watching beautiful memories,silence speaks the loudest within me.Everything that was once “us”is now a solitary memory.Your smile is frozen in a video,while I am outside that moment,a stranger who watches but cannot touch.As if life went onand I remained stuck somewhere.The paths we walked togethernow exist only as directions,but there is no destination left.Because you are gone.Do you know what is hardest?It is not knowing you will not return,but realizing that even if you did,nothing wou

I am an echowhat the walls could not forget,a sentence falling back into the night.I do not know who spoke me,but each time I am born from a different mouthand each birth leaves me a little more diminished.A voice strikes me,I shatter, I multiply, I return—return—return.Empty rooms enlarge me,caves hollow out my insides and multiply my name,but I have no name to begin with,only an ambiguity traced by the traces others have left behind.I long for someone, for something,perhaps for a first voice I

Humans do not only miss other people. Sometimes they miss cities, the memories tied to those cities, and the people they left behind. They have returned involuntarily to a place that does not belong to them. The place that truly belongs to them is the one they left behind. As Kahraman Deniz sings in one of his songs, “I was just about to leave this city, to return to streets where I never belonged.”【1】 And sometimes you are ready to leave—something is merely holding you back. No one is forcing y