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

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me

We all have different perspectives of hope and it is such a delicate thing. We call some events as miracle; but i think, the real miracle is HOPE. It is very light, it will not be a heavy burden on you like the bitter realities of world. Hope can help us fly as feathers help birds. Also, feather keeps birds warm, keep the cold away. Hope is warm, too. It keep your heart warm in storms, in chilly weather or whenever you need. But, if you forget it, you have to stand lonely against hardships.

I want to share one of my silliest childhood memories. Actually, at first, i couldn't decide whether to tell it or not,because still my relatives make fun of me. But,anyway, i got accustomed to this and decided to share it.
I and our neighbour child, Adem, were enjoying the snow that winter. We believed that snow was coming from Heaven. We played joyfully with it as if it were our best friend.But we know that it would melt and we would seperate. Suddenly, I,the genius, had a bright idea.I said Adem'' why not save this snow to summer so that we could enjoy it when there is no snow anywhere'' Adem either liked the idea or from fear(because a week before a throwed a stone to his head and it bled.) he accepted.We searched for sth to keep the snow in and we found a Helva can, and picked some clean snow. We were relaxed and happy to think that when hot days would come, we would have snow to play with. Months went by and summer came. We impatiantly rushed to discover our treasure. But, with disbelief and disappoinment,we found nothing. I still not aware of the fact,screamed ''Who did steal our snow ? Whoever she/he is, they will regret it.
With tears and nobody to blame, I began to beat Adem.He swore '' I did nothing, believe me''
Though it was silly , i find sth soothing in remembering my childhood. I think it is because we were so innocent, not aware of the world's tricks and games.