The Bastard of Istanbul

person sitting near table with teacups and plates

I met Elif Shafak by happenstance. No appointments. Not aware she existed until that morning.

Viewing life through the eyes of Mr Death

“It kills me sometimes how people die” says Death compassionately as he marches along

Join Mr Death as he narrates his side of the story through this Nazi German streets in WW2

of racism and our red milk of human kindness.

“How is your knee today?” The elderly man [whom I will name baba] asked him “Better, it’s less painful.” Young replied cheerily “Oh, you remembered. Thank you for asking” I said to baba as the minus-1-degree icy cold shook my body mercilessly. “Yes, he was limping the other day and could barely walk” baba responded […]

echoes from my past -2

“Oh don’t bother moving, I can sit at the edge” “No worries. We will shift for you” The first woman said with a huge smile It was Carol Night at School. Although this boy in my home has insisted I not bother coming out, I went. “Stop behaving like an orphan. I am still here […]