Author: Aji

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A Brief Dementia He was walking on the streets of the city, in a place he was quite familiar with. People usually come over there to chill after a long week of work. as a matter of fact, people actually come to that place every night to watch football and listen to different kinds of music. But…

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  Wednesday morning I woke up to something that elated me. Somewhere by the coasts of the Aegean Sea, a courageous brother of mine, finally, released his first ever music video featuring himself. “Trouble” is the name but joy is what you feel the instant you know about the background of this astonishing music video.…

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We all want to write and publish our pieces of mind to people. We want them to read what we put an effort into and to react to it, to respond to our writings, to comment and share their ideas with us. But, sometimes it just seems too hard or our writing is not getting…

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It’s a weird feeling… I want to talk about her to everyone, yet I shouldn’t. She is the incomperable one, She made me feel alive and live for the ecstasty of the moment. She made my life a heaven… momentarily though. And now away from her, I can only dream about her. In my dream,…

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A memory I remember my dad talking about peace. the peace that he had never seen, something utopic rather than realistic. All due to the fact that he was born in an area that is called middle east, more specifically… Kurdistan, which mentioning it caused thousand of innocent souls to die. One day I asked…

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It was a very weird feeling, she was crying tears gushing down her eyes, telling me about her loss. I came out from the mosque that evening. The weather was cold and humid. The taste of the salt of the sea was in the air and the shadow of the minaret was covering the yard…

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I went to school on an early tuesday morning. The clock was showing half past seven, the lecture starts right after an hour and I have 45 minutes to get to school. it was a challenge, having a lecture at 8:30 a.m. for a university student is always a herculean task to do. I was…