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“You cannot claim to be civilized and be governed by religious rules at the same time; if one exists, the other does not! Religious rules has no place in the definition of civilization, because a civilized country is one where people are free, able to speak freely, dress freely, and criticize freely. No country where religious rules prevail can speak of freedom or civilization! A country that does not prioritize human reason over so-called supernatural powers is a failed country that has not yet established a civilization and has not yet evolved!”

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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