A woman walked out of Evin Prison in Tehran late one evening. Her face was pale from long confinement but her eyes shone bright. Her hair, shoulder length and dark when she first entered those doors, now reached her waist and was grey beneath her purple headscarf.
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I lay back in the grass among fallen trees and the heat of sun on my palm felt like a knife I could use to bleed myself dry with one swift cut to the jugular. Behind me, against the backdrop of a house somewhere between dilapidated and homely, I could hear the voices of my son and my husband.
Ahmet Altan was imprisoned in Turkey with his brother Mehmet in September 2016. Despite being denied access to receiving and sending written communications, he wrote The Writer’s Paradox for publication on the eve of his trial, which starts on 19 September. We have been campaigning to raise awareness of Ahmet’s plight as part of our Speak Out campaign.
Zenon çok tartışılan ünlü sözünde “Hareket eden bir cisim ne bulunduğu yerdedir ne bulunmadığı yerde” der. Bu sözün fizikten ziyade edebiyata, daha doğrusu yazarlara ait bir söz olduğunu düşünürüm gençliğimden beri. Bu satırları bir hapishane hücresinden yazıyorum. “Bu satırları bir hapishane hücresinden yazıyorum” cümlesini hangi anlatıma katarsanız o anlatıma gergin bir dirilik, karanlık ve gizemli