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Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

“Dude, look up at the sky in a desert to make you realize how ridiculous a lot of things you do in life are! Yes, there is something amazing beyond your little daily troubles, focus there, and give your time and attention to real issues like existence!”

Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

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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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