It was only yesterday that we were boasting about ourselves. The Middle East was our responsibility. We were not only the protector of the neighborhood but also the ancestral mentor.
Will June 8, 2015, the day after Turkey’s June 7 general election, be a day of defeat for the ruling Justice and Development Party (AKP)?
The funeral of our prosecutor took place the very next day after his death. I was asking, 'Has there been a real and serious autopsy?'
When there was an attack on the Council of State in 2006 and a judge was killed, this is what I wrote: “This is the Sept. 11 of the regime.”
“Eat a big mouthful, but don’t make big promises,” a Turkish saying goes. Our ancestors were right, weren’t they?
Let’s go back a week. We were all involved in the operation to relocate the Süleyman Shah Tomb. One exactly the same days, a number of important developments were happening in Syria.
When Yaşar Kemal was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, a group of Kurds and Turks visited an influential member of the Nobel Prize Committee to ask them not to give the prize to him.
I am not Kurdish. I am a Turk born in İzmir. I carry an identity card in my pocked given by the Republic of Turkey with a citizenship number. I carry it right over my chest, bursting with pride.
From the moment our flag was lowered at the Tomb of Süleyman Shah on Sunday, the honorable breakdown of our foreign policy, which has been imposed on us as “honorable loneliness,” is as follows:
