Gouya Roshan From Darkness to Light

  When the Word "Terrorism" Becomes a Political Tool  In today's world, one of the most dangerous developments is when weighty words are judged before they are defined. The word "terrorism" is one of those terms that carries enormous moral and political weight. When this label is given to an individual, a group, or an organization, it does not merely signify a political opposition; Rather, it constitutes a very serious accusation regarding that entity's conduct, objectives, and methods.     For years, there has been extensive debate about Iran's Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC). Some politicians and opponents of the Islamic Republic consider it a terrorist organization and strongly criticize its actions inside Iran and across the region, including its military and political role. Others, however, argue that the use of this label is primarily a political decision and that it should be assessed according to the same standards applied throughout th...

Can a Conscience Grow Old? We usually recognize old age by wrinkles, gray hair, or slow footsteps. But perhaps the oldest part of a human being is not the body, but the conscience. A conscience once cries out. It is troubled by lies, disturbed by oppression, and burns at the sight of injustice. But if its voice is ignored again and again, it gradually grows weary. It does not die—it grows old. An aged conscience no longer cries out; it simply watches. At first, a person suffers over telling even a small lie. Later, that lie becomes a daily habit. There was a time when seeing a hungry person stole their sleep, but today they scroll past thousands of images of war, famine, and death with nothing more than the swipe of a finger. This normalization is the most dangerous sign of an aging conscience. A society, too, can have an aging conscience. A society that hears about corruption every day and is no longer surprised; that talks about injustice every day and is no longer outraged; that wit...

Has God really been silent? We often hear people, in deep sorrow and despair, look up to the sky and ask,  "God, why are you silent?"   This question has echoed on people's lips for centuries: on battlefields, beside hospital beds, at the graves of loved ones, and during nights when all hope seems to have disappeared. But is God really silent? Or have we become so immersed in the noise of life that we can no longer hear His voice? Today's world is noisier than ever. Competition, wealth, fame, power, advertising, social media, and countless endless desires have filled our hearts, leaving no room to hear that quiet, gentle voice of truth within us. If God truly wanted to communicate with His creation, He certainly would not speak with a loud voice. Perhaps His meaning is hidden in the silence of dawn, in the tears of a mother praying for her child, in the hand that selflessly helps those in need, in the conscience that becomes restless after making a mistake, or in a ch...

  How Painful It Is When an Entire Family Grows Old Together Growing old is not merely about white hair or trembling hands. Old age begins when a home that was once filled with laughter, running children, and joyful noise slowly sinks into silence. A day comes when your father no longer has the strength he once had, your mother walks more slowly than before, your brothers and sisters all carry the marks of time on their faces, and even the sound of laughter takes on a different tone. How painful it is when an entire family grows old together. As children, we believed our parents would always be there. We imagined that the table around which we gathered every day would remain forever. But time asks no one's permission. It passes through all of us. Wrinkles, white hair, walking sticks, eyeglasses, and medicines gradually become permanent guests in the home. Harder than growing old ourselves is watching the people we love grow old. Seeing a mother who was once the pillar of the family...

  Iran or Turkey? If someone were to ask me whether I would vote for Erdoğan's government or the Iranian government, my answer would be clear and without hesitation:  Iran . Not because I believe Iran is flawless. Based on my experience and what I have learned from living in different countries, no government is perfect. But at the very least, the Iranian government is what it says it is. Whether we agree with it or not, it makes its positions clear and does not try to present itself as something different. What makes me skeptical of Erdoğan's government is not only its policies, but also its constantly changing image and rhetoric. One moment it presents itself as the defender of a particular cause; the next, it undermines that very image through a different decision. In my view, this constant shifting carries more weight than the disagreements themselves. It is easier to deal with someone who openly states where they stand than with someone who wears a different mask every da...

Some People's Ears Are Warehouses of Information Some People's Ears Are Warehouses of Information Some people have ears, but their ears are not a home for understanding; they are warehouses of information. They listen to use what they hear—not to understand it, but to store it, recycle it, and spend one day against you. These are the people who appear calm. They nod, and sometimes even smile. But deep inside, they do not see you as someone who deserves to be understood; they see you as a source of material to talk about. You open your heart, believing you are in the safest place. What you don't realize is that your words may return tomorrow through someone else's mouth, polished and embellished—not to help you, not out of compassion, but to control you, gain power over you, or make you feel smaller. These listeners are among the most dangerous kinds of people. They don't shout; They remain silent so they can collect everything. Your pain is not sacred to them—it is ...

  Erdoğan: Between Personal Faith and the Architecture of Political Power Power possesses an insatiable appetite. Left unchecked, it will even enlist religion in its own service. For years, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan has presented himself through concepts such as faith, Islam, the nation, mosques, and religious values. For millions of people, he symbolizes the integration of religion into politics. His critics, however, argue that he built a bridge from religion to political power—and once he crossed that bridge, he transformed it into a fortress for preserving his rule. This article is not about hatred; rather, it is about breaking an idol: the idol of Erdoğan's politics, which has too often been placed beyond questioning. If faith is the measure of governance, then why have political positions changed whenever political interests required it? Why has yesterday's enemy become today's partner? Why have agreements been made that contradict yesterday's passionate slogans? If fa...