When you are 10 years old, you have diferent dreams. Having baby dolls, playing with friends, kissing your mum and dad, watching cartoons may be enough. But, when comes to 35, you either realized your dreams or having regrets for them.For me, although I love the purity and innocence of childhood, I don’t want to live the same things again no matter how lovely or bad they were.Life is a dilemma. You have some expectations, but it may give you different things. So, making plans isn’t enough for it.Now, I am 35. I am a worldwide known author and poet. My books are on the bestseller list. I have translated a lot of books . I am the editor of Times magazine.Also, I am a professor at Harvard University. I give lectures. I know 10 languages. I travel everywhere and give seminars. I have a hause in the countrside. I live with my mother. My brothers have childs and I am an aunt. This is a nice feeling. They all have set up their business. I have opened a kindergarten for my sister, because she loves children a lot. I haven’t married yet. Being a father to my family isn’t a simple thing to do. It required me to devote my life to them. Anyway, I am happy with their wifes and children.Anyway, i still have somebody in heart. I experinced love at a this late age.

Somewhere in the deepness of the forest, there lived a girl. She had the eyes of sky. You could easily feel the relaxing mode of sea in her face. Her looks were as mysterious as the fate.

The girl fell in love with Sun, but since she had very sensitive eyes and face, she would die if she met with him. Her love so captured her soul that she would scream for Sun, but the only that answered to her sound was the ligths of Moon.

She was in despair and decided to go to Sea to sell her eyes in exchange for a protection from lights of Sun. Sea accepted her offer and took her beautiful eyes. The girl was happy to find a way to be with Sun.

The big day came,the Sun and the girl met, but the Sun didn't give up his old tradition and burned the girl's face. The girl's eyes were no longer shining.

At night,the Moon held the girl's hand and took her to the Sea. Moon lighted the girl's beautiful eyes in the heart of Sea. That is why the sea is more enchanting in moonlight.

I always thought a week is seven days and a year consist of four season. Wind was blowing over my head. I tried many ways thirsty to find happiness. I couldn't pick up my broken dreams. They all became birds and flied away without making a noise.

A friend isn't enough, two friends are excessive. And, there is no way between two options. Life is a fairy tale. One day it exists, one day it doesn't. If life breaks your heart, just breathe the fresh air. Our thoughts, beliefs, dreams are in trouble in this world. Waiting somebody to save them maybe.

How many of us has the courage to see the face of life? Always, shades are with us. Either with our happiness or our hurt sides. We can not get rid of these shades. Little by little, it steals the light in our eyes.

She is my cousin, Misal. She is already the princess of all family member's hearts. She knows how to make herself loved. She listens Shakira and dances.(maybe a rival to her). She has a very strange voice, you think she is from another planet. Also, she is very jealous. Although my uncle loves her the most and cares her all time, she gets angry when we take her little brother to our arms. She takes after nobody.( but my aunt says she is like her grand-grand mother.)

When i went to İstanbul in Bayram,she didn't allow me to go anywhere. She was always chasing me. Well, she reminds me of my childhood,because i, was too, very jealous of my brother and didn't let anybody to rest.

COULDN'T THEY BE AGAİNST THEİR DESTİNY?
When i see this photo, instantly put myself in her shoes. You can not even tell exactly if she is a woman. There is no sign of feminine characteristic. Just two fogged eyes. Even, you can not see them clearly. Because the the black tule is also a barrier between her and the world. They are born with this black destiny, but should they submit? Or rebel? Rebel to whom and how?
We can not stand even to restriction of when we sleep, but suppose that you were born in such a society, what would you do?

When i was drowning in myself, i used to condemning the roaring sound of laughter. But, i realized that, sometimes ,my cry of joy may put down the bitter cries of others sufferings. Maybe this is the rule of life. What if the whole world cry or laugh together? For me, i can't think of something like that. There is no meaning in my tears coming down, when everybody is crying. I would understand nothing from life if everybody had a happy face. And, sometimes conflicts can open a quite different path for us. Everybody's getting on well doesn't solve anything. Because when there is sound of contrast, it is dangerous. We have to question such a relation.

Life!

Do you play with us? Or do you cry and laugh with us? Maybe, you are making fun of us. Whatever you do, we can't walk without holding your hands.

Jyoti Amge is 15 years old and is only 61 cm. Indian girl will no longer grow, but she says ''I am the same as you, i have no difference'' And the world's smallest girl is proud of her body, goes to school. What about us? Are we happy with what we are or do we question our and especially others' phsical characteristics? I think we have to find answers to a lot of questions after seeing this girl