A Strangeness in My Mind

Now he knew what it was that he wanted to tell Istanbul and write on its walls. It was both his public and his private view; it was what his heart intended as much as what his words had always meant to say.

Human beings were made to be happy, honest, and ope

the cryptic things he noticed while walking on the street were figments of his own mind.

the city at night made him feel as if he were wandering around inside his own head. That was why whenever he spoke to the walls, advertisements, shadows, and strange and mysterious shapes he couldn’t see in the night, he always felt as if he were talking to himself.

Mevlut sensed that the light and darkness inside his mind looked like the nighttime landscape of the city.

Lately, however, he’d begun to feel increasingly alienated from it.

Money isn’t all that matters in life, son!” Mevlut supported him, adding that just because there was money in something, that didn’t necessarily make it a good thing.

Look, all I want is a real conversation, a friend I can be honest with, someone I can talk to about anything: Do you mind if I talk to you?

WHAT OUR WORDS INTEND WILL REFLECT WHAT OUR HEART INTENDS.

But our faith taught that the intentions behind our words also had to be true