Night had fallen over the Valley of Spirits, and the sky was drenched in blackness. Kiron knelt at the foot of the Exiled Mountain, pressing his hand against the searing earth. The ground breathed—whispering ghosts of the past in every tremble. “The shadows are watching you, Kiron…” the voice inside him murmured. “But you're no longer just a witness. You are becoming the master of shadows.” By his side stood Belis, her eyes locked onto the horizon where wind carried the scent of ash and ruin. Prince Lorven’s treacherous army was drawing near. Around the Sacred Mountain, the forces of darkness no longer hid — they marched. “Time is running out,” Belis said. “If the final scroll of the Book of Light is captured… the world may never wake again.” Kiron bowed his head. The wound in his hand still bled, not just blood—but something deeper. During the Dark Magic Circle ritual from Chapter 6, one of Zahadran’s cursed arrows had pierced his very essence. Now, with every heartbeat, the shado...
Kameraların Görmediği Çığlıklar
Sudan’dan Filistin’e, Yemen’den vicdanımıza...
Kimi acılar sessizdir.
Kimi çığlıklar, duvarları aşamaz.
Kimi coğrafyalar ise sadece haritalarda vardır; haberlerde değil.
Bugün gözlerimizi, vicdanlarımızı ve yüreğimizi üç ülkeye çevirelim:
Sudan, Filistin ve Yemen.
Bu üç ülke, sadece savaşla değil, aynı zamanda unutturulmuşlukla da mücadele ediyor.
Sudan’da açlık büyüyor. Çocuklar bir tas su için kilometrelerce yürüyor. Ama kimse duymuyor.
Filistin’de bir annenin gözyaşı, mermiden hızlı akıyor. Ama kimse görmüyor.
Yemen’de hastaneler susmuş, bebekler nefessiz... Ama kimse konuşmuyor.
Bu bir yazı değil.
Bu, sessiz bir çığlığın yankısı.
Bir hatırlatma: İnsanlık sadece gördüklerinden değil, görmezden geldiklerinden de sorumludur.
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Cries Behind the Silence
From Sudan to Palestine, from Yemen to our conscience...
Some wounds bleed without sound.
Some screams never cross the walls.
And some countries exist only on maps — not on screens.
Let us turn our eyes, our hearts, and our conscience toward three lands:
Sudan, Palestine, and Yemen.
In Sudan, hunger walks barefoot. Children travel miles for a cup of water — unheard.
In Palestine, a mother’s tears fall faster than bullets — unseen.
In Yemen, hospitals are silent, and babies struggle to breathe — unspoken.
This is not a news article.
It’s the echo of a silent scream.
A reminder: Humanity is not only responsible for what it sees —
but for what it chooses to ignore.
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