"Suddenly a storm breaks out inside me..
In an incomprehensible, uncontrollable way..
Sometimes it drags me to the open seas, sometimes to the mountains..
Who knows why and how my insides boil.
If it weren't for that storm, I would be nothing..
I found life in storms.
But I'm tired.".
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh, but in every situation I think until I go crazy. When I feel helpless, I turn to my Creator and pour out my depressions, and they call them poems.
The heart has sometimes been a confidant and sometimes it has been beaten in the ashes of love.
Finally, my feelings became a rainbow and were seen in Istanbul.
The book you are holding was formed from the storms of my heart.