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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!

How We See God Is A Direct Reflection Of How We See Ourselves. If God Brings To Mind Mostly Fear And Blame, It Means There Is Too Much Fear And Blame Welled Inside Us. If We See God As Full Of Love And Compassion, So Are We.

I Would Like The Refugee Crisis To Become A New Beginning In The Turkish-european Relationship. But It Would Be Very Problematic If, During This Process, Human Rights Were Forgotten. Democracy Needs To Be The Priority.

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.

Even A Speck Of Love Should Not Go Unappreciated, Because, As Rumi Said, Love Is The Water Of Life.