Ruminations on the Transition of Hocaefendi
As the reality of Hocaefendi’s passing on gradually trickled through my disbelieving consciousness in the first few days…
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As the reality of Hocaefendi’s passing on gradually trickled through my disbelieving consciousness in the first few days…
Violence is not human. Yet, we are weak enough to resort to violence. Human being is to be…
Fate sometimes blows As gently as breezes;At other times it blows as toughAs raging northeastersRendering huge mountains to…
Those who perceive the world solely in terms of its transitory face and physical constraints can be seen,…
Tears are poetry whose words are written in drops, expressing joy and grief, hope and despair. When consumed…
In the heart, love is a flame, in the sipirt a light. Grief of separation consumes the lover,…
At the moment when flowers are dancing, The nightingale sings in gardens secluded. Each of its tunes sounds…