Turkish Stories

Seniha's head throbbed, heavy and numb. She rubbed heavy circles into her temples and leaned deeper into the couch. She should really sleep more. Her headache knew her better than most of her friends did with how often she found herself accompanied by it. Every day, same hour, without a mistake. Right when the sun reached the top, her migraines came to visit. To be honest, even this nauseating headache felt homely at this...

I was sixteen that summer we went to Marmaris. The streets were alive with the smell of spices, leather, and the sea breeze drifting in from the harbour. Mum wore a long skirt and a denim jacket, her hair loose, catching the sunlight. People often glanced at her as we walked, though she never seemed to notice We stepped into a small clothing store where racks of jeans lined the walls. Mum was looking for a pair for her fr...

I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town's name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street.It's fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industrial. As we began to walk I looked around me at the neo-classical ar...