Seagulls of Istanbul

If you’re in Istanbul, by the coast and looking for a friend (mostly to share your bagel), I’m here for you. It only takes one piece to call me. Seagull is my name. I’m more of a fish kind of  bird but you know, a bagel or two won’t hurt.

Remember how your mother used to say, “A little bird told me…” Well that’s us, apart from catching thrown bagels mid-air in style, we also transport important gossip.

The Bosphorus is always blue… it has many shades of blue during the day and at night but my favorite shade is at 3 in the afternoon… want to know why? Simply because around at 3, the sea welcomes more ferries and therefore the chances of me getting a piece of bagel increases.

Tourists are always lost. Especially when they don’t know how to feed me bagel! They have to learn the Turkish culture… All they do is take pictures and not share their bagel… What a waste of time in their tour.

I just love how those little kids watch me glide by their ferry… makes me feel like I’m giving a performance. I especially love this person writing my story because even if she has never shared her bagel with any of us… I’m sure next time she will.

Once again reminding you.. If you’re by the coast and you have a bagel, please share it with us!

Poetry Podcasts

I know we haven’t exactly met in so many years… sometimes the miles of distance between us felt like a telephone cord… and sometimes I wrote letters for you like we were living in the 70s. I never sent the letters… I just kept them sealed in a drawer. Out of sight, out of mind? Not really…

It was one of those early mornings when sun played hide and seek with the clouds. A rainy day was the last thing I wanted to welcome, I hated skipping walking by the coast in the mornings… Well how could I not hate it? It was the only time when I was all alone with my thoughts, just my thoughts…

That morning started off uneventful but ended up being one of those hightlighted days of the month. We never really plan for much when we’re busy and rushing from one miserable day to another. But this day in particular was not that miserable.

I entered a book store and heard they were reciting poetry in the afternoon. I thought it’d be a change to spend my Saturday afternoon listening to poetry… So I stuck around to attend the event.

There weren’t many people around, say maybe twenty? So the last person to volunteer to recite poetry was you… There was so much passion in your voice that I couldn’t stop myself from doing what I did next. I raised my hand and asked for you to read it again. That’s when our eyes met.

So these days your substitute is poetry podcasts at 2 AM…

Repetitive Days & Second Chances

On days like Mondays you’re far away… You probably can’t even leave your cosy bed to come and bother me.

“Arriving at my home town after so long makes me feel nostalgic and a little broken.”


On days like Tuesdays you’re almost at my door… You probably couldn’t find the right words to say and returned home.

“I am but a wind passing by an old abandoned place called home”


On days like Wednesdays you’re on a journey… You probably don’t know where to find the right words for your sentences.

“Sometimes I convince myself that I didn’t miss you… the rest of the time I know I’m just fooling myself”


On days like Thursdays you’re knocking my door… You’re probably wishing that I’m away because you’re not ready with your newly bought words.

“What would we talk about if we met after all this time? Would we yet again make promises to break?”


On days like Fridays you’re praying… You’re probably asking your words to make sense and the butterflies to calm down.

“I am but a cry echoing through walls so thick.”


On days like Saturdays I’m missing you… You probably don’t even know why I came back. Everyone deserves a second chance.

“Who was I before you? Who am I after?”


On days like Sundays we’re dining… You look at me like I’m your happiness.

“What was it like? Happiness…. How long did it last?”

Q: What is one thing that you would like to change about yourself?

If I could change one thing about myself, that would be my attitude. Everyone has a different attitude towards life, some of them are cowards, others are sticking to the rules but mine is a bit rude. Some would say that I am a strong, persistent and confident woman that takes no interest in objection. But underneath all of that fake strong woman aura, I’m just a spoiled brat. I want everything and I want them now!

So last month I started watching this new series in Netflix called Girlboss (it’s originally a book). I related to so many things and I felt sad every time the heroine failed. She was struggling in becoming an adult and her father felt like he should take care of her and she resisted and wanted to show her father that she is capable of being a business owner. Well I’m not going to spoil it for you but even if it’s just some comedy series, I learned a few things.

I wouldn’t change my attitude towards life immediately… I just want to learn how to change my life around so my attitude won’t seem so rude.