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“You have light, it's beautiful, you want to give light to everyone, okay, but you should know that some people need dimness or even darkness, not light! Give water to the thirsty, but do not pour water on those who do not want water.”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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