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The Iron Rule Of Prudence For An Istanbulite Woman: If You Are As Fragile As A Tea Glass, Either Find A Way To Never Encounter Burning Water And Hope To Marry An Ideal Husband Or Get Yourself Laid And Broken As Soon As Possible. Alternatively, Stop Being A Tea-glass Woman!

I Like To Borrow A Metaphor From The Great Poet And Mystic Rumi Who Talks About Living Like A Drawing Compass. One Leg Of The Compass Is Static. It Is Fixed And Rooted In A Certain Spot. Meanwhile, The Other Leg Draws A Huge Wide Circle Around The First One, Constantly Moving. Just Like That, One Part Of My Writing Is Based In Istanbul. It Has Strong Local Roots. Yet At The Same Time The Other Part Travels The Whole Wide World, Feeling Connected To Several Cities, Cultures, And Peoples.

Identity Politics Divides Us. Fiction Connects. One Is Interested In Sweeping Generalizations. The Other, In Nuances. One Draws Boundaries. The Other Recognizes No Frontiers. Identity Politics Is Made Of Solid Bricks. Fiction Is Flowing Water.

Submission Does Not Mean Being Weak Or Passive. It Leads To Neither Fatalism Nor Capitulation. Just The Opposite. True Power Resides In Submission. A Power That Comes From Within. Those Who Submit To The Divine Essence Of Life Will Live In Unperturbed Tranquility And Peace Even When The Whole Wide World Goes Through Turbulence After Turbulence.

The World Does Not Move Through Time As If It Were A Straight Line, Proceeding From The Past To The Future. Instead Time Moves Through And Within Us, In Endless Spirals. Eternity Does Not Mean Infinite Time, But Simply Timelessness.