The Quiet Language of Proximity
I once sat on a bench in a crowded station in Lyon, watching an elderly couple wait for a train. They didn't speak, and they didn't look at one another, yet their shoulders were pressed together with a deliberate, rhythmic weight. It was a…
The Weight of Water
There is a specific silence that belongs to water when it is still. It is not the absence of sound, but a holding of breath. We spend our lives moving across surfaces, rarely considering what lies beneath the tension. To drift is to surrender…
Masukiye Waterfall by Zahraa Al Hassani
From the name Masukiye one can discern it's an Arabic name that Turkish people use for love and lovers. It's one of the most well-known tourist places that’s not too far from Istanbul. This place is charming in every sense of the word and…