Month: April 2017

By the memorial winds of Sokullu.

I am Ibrahim Nawaz Malik and i am writing this story as i sit in our new house by the lamp at 6 am. Reading tells me that writing remains and writing conveys how much i could've read. It was a month ago , i took my holidays from my university in North Cyprus having completed my course work and submitted by thesis. I am a bit of an overthinking individual and oddly complicate things. I am not boring yet very reserved unless i am using you which i rarely do as i have sleepless nights and day nightmares. The name of this story generates from my infatuation with the works of a famous architect Mimar Sinan from the 16th century Istanbul. Having reached Istanbul after an hour flight , i took a 2 hour bus to the center of the city where my apartment was located. I am not proud to say ...