i am turkish

ID #32198

Name: Hel
Age: 18
Country: Australia

wowza what to tell?? I’m currently studying journalism in my first year of uni, I really love literature and art and the universe and astrology and mythology and pretty much everything. I also love learning about cultures and languages. I can speak Italian I’m currently learning Spanish, Turkish and Arabic (but thats so hard!) I’m really hoping for a snailmail penpal, I love the idea of actually writing letters to someone else!

Preferences: 17-25 years old, preferably someone who wants snailmail

So this beautiful thing arrived this morning and I still can’t quite believe I found it online for ten euros because DO YOU KNOW RARE IT IS 😻

aslihanncelik: Had a fan girl moment last night when I met the very kind, handsome and talented@darrencriss Hearing him say “Şerefe” (cheers) and “Teşekkürler” (thank you) as soon as he learned that I am Turkish made my night. Yes, he is familiar with Turkish and he is the most sincere person ever! FYI this summer I could finally finished watching Glee and was telling myself how much I want to meet Darren. This city always brings me luck ! 
Love Chicago💎

aslihanncelik Had a fan girl moment last night when I met the very kind, handsome and talented @darrencriss Hearing him say “Şerefe” (cheers) and “Teşekkürler” (thank you) as soon as he learned that I am Turkish made my night. Yes, he is familiar with Turkish and he is the most sincere person ever! FYI this summer I could finally finished watching Glee and was telling myself how much I want to meet Darren. This city always brings me luck !
Love Chicago💎

June 24, 2017
ID #29405

Name: Lisa
Age: 29
Country: USA

amateur mycologist, aspiring thereminist, future speech therapist from chicago. i like trading card games and making noise. virgo sun, scorpio moon. i used to write a lot of poetry, but now i mostly read theology and cover things in washi tape. i almost joined a cult once and am still open to the idea because, i mean, ultimate bucket list item. INTP, BPD, probably some other acronyms. if you know turkish or hungarian, it’s a bonus but not expected.

Preferences: age 22+, snail mail only, long letters, art/music/etc exchange

ethnic ambiguity; or, what is lily evans? a collection of microaggressions

i am neither pakistani nor turkish, but i am (like lily here) ethnically ambiguous. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been asked what i am, told i am not asian enough or not white enough, called exotic or “oriental” (good gOD do not call me oriental), and how much i’ve watched my mom and grandmother suffer for their race in this damn country. so this is for @prongsyouignoramus, but this is also for me. may we someday have canon characters who look like us. love you, precious human <3

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• she goes by lily, has ever since the first time in primary that a teacher refused to call her by her first name

• she’s always rather liked her full name, ayşa lily evans, she never thought it was that difficult to say, but the teachers and the other kids cant or dont want to learn to say ay-sha, so lily it is

• by age ten she knows her family’s story a lot. her mother is half pakistani (punjab, she thinks, but some details are fuzzy) and half turkish, moved to england in 1951 shortly after india and pakistan split.

• dad learnt turkish for her mother, they say, and lily always liked the language, but her favorite is the way urdu rolls off her tongue

• tuney (mariam petunia) has a hard time with the languages though, she tries really hard but the words dont always sound right when she says them

• she and her sister dont look very much alike at all, petunia looks a lot like dad with blonde hair and a small english nose, but tuney’s skin gets really dark in the summer and she never ever burns, and she has their mama’s long, elegant fingers

• lily looks a lot more like mama, darker skin and kind of rounder nose. she’s short like mama too, has thicker and coarser hair than petunia, but their hands and chins are absolutely identical

• its hard to go to the store with just her sister and her dad, the other people always look at her like she’s the odd one out and the clerks always ask if she’s petunia’s friend from school

• the languages have always been harder for tuney, the prayers too, but they both learn really young how to make chawal kofta and the flat, oven baked bread with mama. Petunia was always better at cooking than lily, but lily still treasured the times with mama making kofte and paratha and whatever else they wanted for dinner

• when she goes to hogwarts, the tables are filled with shepherds pie and everyone’s favorite english foods, but she’s never been able to freely eat meaty english food before in case its not halal, so she has to settle for the vegetable options (which are still lovely and delicious of course)

• professor mcgonagall is the first to notice little first year lily evans isnt eating much at meals, and assures her matter-of-factly that they make accommodations at meals. professor mcgonagall becomes a fast favorite of lily’s

• lily loves her new housemates to bits, but something makes her a bit uncomfortable when little blonde emmaline vance asks “what are you” during their third evening together

• “dad’s british, mama’s pakistani and turkish” she says hesitantly, though what she wants to say is “i’m a person”

• she loves hogwarts, really she does, but she’s also kind of uncomfortable because people are always asking what she is or where she’s from, what muggles are like, and she just wants to curl up under mama’s shawls and eat desserts because she knows there’s not gelatin in them

• “i’m british” she says exasperatedly one day in third year when some boy asks her what she is for the twelfth time that year

• lily’s always been close to her culture, she loves the smell of mama’s mendhi and the cabbages pickling in the pantry, misses speaking turkish with her parents, practicing her writing after school

• petunia’s never been like that, maybe it’s because she’s the firstborn or maybe because no one believes she’s mama’s daughter, but in the summer before lily’s 7th year she brings home a man who wrinkles his nose at the keema aloo they’re having for dinner, and lily just wants to scream at him for his obvious disdain and disrespect but petunia doesn’t want her around anymore, so she eats her meal but doesn’t taste it, and escapes to her room as quickly as she can get away

• she’s back at school, irritated at the world, and the first ravenclaw who calls her features “exotic” and “different” gets punched straight in the nose and earns her a detention on her first week as head girl

• the nib of her quill breaks one day in charms, and she mutters a barrage of turkish and urdu swears, and she doesnt notice james potter look up at her from across the aisle

• he approaches her that evening, “were you swearing in hindi earlier in charms?”

• “urdu, actually,” she says, surprised. “i thought you spoke tamil”

• “i know a couple hindi words” he shrugs. “mostly the swears”

• “typical,” she rolls her eyes and walks away

• she realizes later in bed that james potter has never once asked her what she “is”

• she volunteers the information herself, next time they’re on heads patrol. “mama’s pakistani and turkish. my grandfather’s from west punjab.”

• “i always wondered” he replies easily.

• “why didnt you ask?”

• “because i know what cultural insensitivity feels like”

• a week later remus approaches her. “so. lil-ay” he says casually. “you got a favorite food?”

• she smirks. “you ever heard of lahana turşusu? Or aloo ki bugia? Baklava?”

• remus grins in reply. “no, but i can pass the message along.”

• that evening, sprinkled among the mincemeat pies and hearty stews, lily finds pickled cabbage and half circle potatoes, baklava for dessert, and she shoots a grin at james potter who sits down the row. he pushes his glasses up his nose, returns a shy smile in return, and helps himself to a heaping plate of aloo ki bugia. she asks him later how he did it; he introduces her to the house elves in return.

• james and lily swap travel stories on their next patrol. James talks excitedly about his summers on the southern coast of Tamil Nadu, of curry and spices and how the english can’t seem to be bothered to flavor their food. In return, she tells him about the palaces and museums of Lahore, how she loves the sounds of the call to prayer, the hurried bustle of the streets of Istanbul, and agrees fiercely about the English fear of flavor.

• “my real name’s janardhan” he says quietly one day. “nobody can say it though, so i go by james.”

• “my first name is ayşa” she replies. “it means ‘she who lives.’ mine’s spelled the turkish way, so no one wants to learn to pronounce it. so i go by my middle name, lily.”

• its nice, she thinks, having a friend who understands. it’s different of course; she’s never been denied help or been given lesser treatment by Slughorn, she’s never been outright bullied or hated for her skin color, but he’s never been asked what kind of asian he is or dealt with the odd misbalance of not quite belonging in a category. They both know how it feels to see their mother hated for her skin color, her clothing, her religion, her culture; and she finds it comforting to know that next time john davies calls her exotic, james potter will be near to hex him for her.

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I thought I posted at least one of these pictures while I was at a seminar, but 3 hours later, it’s not showing up on this blog at all. So if you suddenly see repeats of the same image, well, now you know.

Miscellaneous doodles of various Devil’s Eye nerds. Helen is sick of society’s shit, Jacob is sick of Aaron’s shit, Dr. Tripoli is sick of Western medicine’s shit (and Jacob being sick of Tripoli’s shit), and lastly, Emir is sick of shit in general.

This seems to be a recurring theme here, uh

ID #77891

Name: Melani
Age: 14/15
Country: Belgium

Hello, I’m Melani. i live in belgium (with turkish roots). i love reading and drawing even tho im not that good at it. i started skating recently (suck at that too). i like to talk about deep stuff :)

Preferences: i dont really have any preferences 😇

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Duo gave me these two sentences one after the other tonight. And in French, too. Couldn’t be more on point, Duo; I tip my hat to you.

“It’s time for peace”
“I am as tired as you”

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Hey! My name is Süreya, and I am from the Netherlands. I am currently in my last year of International Business, and have just been a semester abroad in Riga, Latvia. It was a great experience! In my free time I would like to learn to speak Spanish and Turkish (as I am half Turkish). I have been reblogging posts for a while now as an attempt to get myself motivated, and this is my first personal post. I am always looking for new blogs to follow, so if you like or follow this post I will check you out!

anonymous asked:

THAT WEDDING HEADCANNONS ARE THE BEST!!! I am Turkish so when i pictured yousef dance harmandalı stopped my heart for a second it made me so happy thank you :D

Hiii nonnie I’m so happy you like the headcanons @huggedme told me about it so I ended up watching a bunch on youtube and you just know that Yousef would totally do this like, in my headcanons I mention that Sana was more the traditional one but Yousef would totally die if he couldn’t do the harmandali for Sana

100 days of productivity || day 39/100
I am making flashcards for Turkish literature, there are so many things to memorize 😞

About Otabek’s surname

I don’t know if someone already made a post about this, but lately I’ve been thinking about the meaning of Otabek’s surname because it sounded Turkish to me in some way (I am Turkish myself) and I was right! I just looked it up and Altin is a Turkish name for girls but it’s also a common surname for boys. It translates to ‘’gold’’ or ‘’golden’’ and I just think that it’s really cute, like it suits Otabek. :)

anonymous asked:

Honestly I relate to the last anon, even though I have it a little different then her/him. I am an Turkish person, my parents both were born and lived in turkey, but I live in Germany. Many of my friends said that I look more like an Asian or even German. But I'm not sure what I am honestly. I am a bit darker then my German friends but a bit lighter then an Afghan friend that I have. Like, I have blue eyes and dark brown/black hair. Would you consider me as an poc? I hope you can help me:) ❤️ ya

Hi, Anon!!!

I have a Turkish friend, and she considers herself to be POC, because, like you, she has parents from Turkey, but she lives here!

You define yourself, Anon. And if by looking back your roots, your heritage, your ancestry, you label yourself as POC, then you are that.