Standing in the glare of the public sphere, our every stride is scrutinized, our every move is not over looked.
We can hear whispers treading through the day and night, applause and critique in one crisp.
We feel the bare of countless stares, we start crafting the mask of happiness, or crafting the mask of bravery, and wanting to be known but not yet understood.
Eyes trace paths, judgments are swift, an the air thickens up. Leaving little room for the expectations on demand.
Spectators dissect our reality, waiting and watching for a missed step, Exposed to the world, our spirits are revealed.
The curtain falls, we endure the risk. Let us stand tall. Refuse to yield.
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Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
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Empowering!