Gouya Roshan From Darkness to Light

  Love and Compassion in Our Lives, Not in Death Author: Gouya Roshan (Güya Aydın ) We won't have any feelings after death. Therefore, to neglect someone who is still alive and not appreciate their value is one of the cruelest things in the world. This might seem harsh, but in reality, people often don't appreciate each other's value while they are alive. It is only when they lose someone that they realize their importance and worth. However, in truth, there is nothing more painful than ignoring someone while they are alive. In today’s fast-paced and crowded world, many of us think we have endless time and that tomorrow will be an opportunity to make up for our past mistakes. But in reality, no one can be certain of the future. Death can come suddenly and peacefully, and in the process, relationships that could have been better are ended, and opportunities to express true feelings are lost. Personally, I have put a lot of effort throughout my life into improving my relation...

A world with less judgment and more understanding. Author: Güya Roshan(Guya Aydın ) The difference between a human and an animal is neither in the body nor in physical strength; The true distinction lies in behavior and manners. A person is recognized by their morals, by how they treat others, not by what they appear to be on the outside. I love humans. And I wish that everyone could benefit from conditions that they truly deserve; Not just from bread, But from security, respect, and being heard. Who is guilty and who is good? Only God knows. We, as humans, should be more careful than judges; mindful of our language, our judgments, and our actions that may cause wounds that are never seen. Yes, I wish everyone had such a perspective. A world with less judgment and more understanding. A world where people pause before judging and truly seek to understand. A human can survive on dry bread; The body endures, but when your voice is unheard, A deeper wound forms; one that is neither seen no...

  The Soil Never Forgets a Seed Author: Gouya Roshan (Güya Aydın ) The soil never forgets a seed. Sometimes the harvest is not immediate; yet the soil never forgets what is sown. Life resembles a field in which every person, consciously or unconsciously, plants seeds every day: the seed of a word, the seed of an action, the seed of an intention. Some of these seeds sprout quickly and reveal themselves before long; others remain in the soil’s silence, buried beneath layers of time, and emerge when conditions are ripe. Human beings are often impatient. They want to see results at once; they do good and expect an immediate return, or they make a mistake and hope to pay its price right away. But life does not operate according to human logic. The soil does not recognize our calendar. Rain does not fall when we expect it to, but when it is needed. Many disappointments arise precisely from this point: from believing that one’s kindness has gone unnoticed, or that others’ wrongdoing has g...

  Rights of Others: Not Just Money  Author: Gouya Roshan (Güya Aydın ) The  concept of “rights of others” (Haq al-Nas) has deep roots in religious and ethical teachings. Unfortunately, today many people perceive it only in material terms. People often assume that failing to return someone’s money or taking someone else’s property constitutes a violation of others’ rights—and nothing more. In reality, the concept is much broader and encompasses all our actions, words, and even decisions toward others. The trust of society, the efforts and labor of people, their peace and security, and even the moral and psychological impact of our behavior are all part of others’ rights. For example, breaking promises, revealing secrets, or humiliating and insulting others—even if these actions involve no financial loss—still violate others’ rights. Limiting the concept of rights of others to financial matters greatly diminishes its true significance. Rights of others are not confined to m...

The first forgiveness we must seek is from our own self Author: Gouya Roshan (Güya Aydın ) If I were to ask forgiveness from someone in this world, I would begin with myself. Not out of selfishness, but out of honesty. Because upon closer examination, I realized that my greatest mistakes, my greatest failures, and my greatest injustices were not directed at others, but at myself. We usually understand forgiveness as a social concept; something that exists between me and another person. But we rarely consider that within ourselves, before anything else, there is a silent “other” whose rights have been violated for years: our own rights. I ask forgiveness from myself for the days when I was tired but did not allow myself to rest. For the nights when I wanted to cry but told myself I had to be “strong” and suppressed my emotions. For the times when I could have made a better decision for myself but, out of fear of others’ judgment, I did not ask for what I needed. I ask forgiveness from m...

In Search of Myself Amidst the Longing Author: Gouya Roshan (Güya Aydın ) Longing is like an endless silence that makes a home between every moment of life. Sometimes, this feeling rises from the depth of the heart, like a gentle breeze that silently passes by the heart and takes us to a world of memories and moments where we left a part of ourselves behind. Longing does not only arise from the absence of another or physical distances; it comes from voids that can only be filled by the presence of what has been lost. In this boundlessness that is called "longing," every thought, every memory, and every moment in time can gain more depth and make the feeling of loneliness stand out more, even amid the busy routine of life. Longing is truly one of the most complex and, at the same time, one of the most beautiful human emotions. Even if the relationship with family is painful, severing ties with roots always burns a part of the heart. This feeling is natural, it is real, and it ...

Tired of a world that was supposed to be my refuge, Author: Gouya Roshan (Güya Aydın )  The world, which should be a sanctuary, a place of love and peace for me, has worn me out over the years as it resembles a piece of land full of wounds. A world where compassion is rare, where people, sometimes without even realizing it, hurt each other with harsh words or indifferent gazes… I must confess, I am tired of this reality. Every time I wanted to feel safety and peace next to my closest family members, something trembled inside me, went silent, or broke. I don’t know exactly when it all started. Maybe it was in my childhood, when I didn’t understand why I had to pay so much attention to my behavior… Maybe it was because there was no one to claim my feelings… Or maybe it was when I opened my heart, reached out to someone, and when the warm embrace I imagined turned into a cold wall… Or when I had to fight, be silent, retreat, and always feel that my very existence was "too much" ...