In case you, like me, haven't heard it before, I am here to tell you that there is such a 'thing' in the English language called 'non-native writing.’

I simply never changed my belief that every one of us has an intrinsic need for self-expression. Even before we had words, we used various art forms, from handprints to drawings and carvings, to do just that.

In January, summer gathers below the balcony. In the garden, her arms, the trees. She sits by the window and listens to it whispering in the night.

Winter came early that year. The gravel was crisp beneath my steps and small white clouds formed in my breath.

In a small town nestled between rolling hills and a frost-kissed river, Christmas was more than just a holiday; it was a magical tapestry woven with the threads of tradition and the warmth of community.

Around this time last year, I wrote an article on loneliness, which, without almost any changes, could easily apply to this year too.

where you sift and you sift the dark, coarse flour,
until the white powdery clouds settle on your arms,
the fine hairs by your elbows,

Of all the carefully sown, nursed and propagated hatred, the oldest and the most persistent one is undoubtedly that against the Jews.

I remember waiting every morning for a sleepy, yellow bus to appear at the end of my street—wind-swept, rain-washed, bathed in the sunshine.

It was on the 6th of November last year that I posted my first-ever article on Medium.

While the tragedy and the ensuing trial were fictionalised and sensationalised numerous times, according to the director Christopher Holt —The Devil on Trial is the first attempt to examine the real events recounted by those who lived them.

As I watch the ongoing bloodshed in the Middle East and the biased reporting that often follows, I feel the need to provide a concise summary based on historical facts.

If any of the ancient people, whether a learned scholar or an illiterate peasant, suddenly found themselves transported into our modern world, there would be only two things they would recognize — war and religion. Interchangeably.

That we are creatures of time, that time is change and change is entropy and without entropy, there would be no time. At least not for us.

‘Why have you come?’
‘You wanted me to.’
‘I only thought of you today.’ 
‘Really?’