Born and raised in one cultural entity, matured and aging in another, experienced yet one other in-between; eternally (and immortally), a college professor; writer (poetry, fiction, autobiographical fiction, creative non-fiction and academic books/book chapters/articles); interior decorator; native-fluency in Turkish, German and the language through which I am composing all my written work.
13 “Demir, I found her! I’ve been looking for her in all the wrong places all these years. She is back in Halfeti, working as a –” “As a what? Where?” Demir asked with obvious impatience. Aker stopped himself from saying anything further. “Well, my dear D...
10 “Demir, this hurts too much. Let me die. Please.” “Melek, my sweetheart, we are almost there. I’m so sorry you are hurting so much. But Aker will take excellent care of you. We can’t possibly find more capable hands in hiding. And I’ll be by your side...
7 Her brother – together with all their male cousins, had cornered them just when they were leaving the language school that Wednesday. Blending in with friendly gestures, they led them away from the exiting crowd. On the curbside of the opposite street,...