tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63777960863116246452024-03-08T07:52:34.085-08:00Istanbul through my eyesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-36071477714584766102008-05-22T15:19:00.001-07:002008-05-22T15:19:29.319-07:00tulips<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://istanbulstreets.wordpress.com/2008/05/18/tulips-177/'>tulips (58) « Istanbul through my eyes</a><br/><blockquote/></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-37222377108432617692007-12-27T15:54:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:55:33.375-08:00Fatih Mosque<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2046/1728915158_c6067b01d6_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2046/1728915158_73b1ccd532.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="335" /></a><br /><blockquote>A story is like a water<br />that you heat for your bath.<br /><br />It takes messages between the fire<br />and your skin. It lets them meet,<br />and it cleans you!<br /><br />Hz. Mevlana</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-289350926411773072007-12-24T15:54:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:54:42.572-08:00with peace<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/1728042683_6ee4773079_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/1728042683_72cb0123c7.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Red School and Mevlevi Mosque (Mesnevihane)<br /><blockquote>Come, come whatever you are,<br />it doesn't matter Whether you are an<br />infidel, an idolater or a fire-worshiper,<br />Come, our convent is not a place of despair. Come, even if you violated your swear A hundred times,<br />come again.<br /><br /><strong>Hz. Mevlana (Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi)</strong></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-54701110657014781502007-12-23T15:53:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:54:06.239-08:00lights from Fatih Mosque<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/1728920566_bbbe308eb7_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2263/1728920566_75cae0ac7b.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="335" /></a><br /><blockquote><strong>Look! This Is Love<br /></strong><br />Oh, if a tree could wander and move with foot and wings!<br />It would not suffer the axe blows and not the pain of saws!<br />For would the sun not wander away in every night ?<br />How could at ev?ry morning the world be lighted up?<br />And if the ocean?s water would not rise to the sky,<br />How would the plants be quickened by streams and gentle rain?<br />The drop that left its homeland, the sea, and then returned ?<br />It found an oyster waiting and grew into a pearl.<br />Did Yusaf not leave his father, in grief and tears and despair?<br />Did he not, by such a journey, gain kingdom and fortune wide?<br />Did not the Prophet travel to far Medina, friend?<br />And there he found a new kingdom and ruled a hundred lands.<br />You lack a foot to travel?<br />Then journey into yourself!<br />And like a mine of rubies<br />receive the sunbeams? print!<br />Out of yourself ? such a journey<br />will lead you to your self,<br /><br />It leads to transformation of dust into pure gold!<br /><br /><strong>Hz. Mevlana<br />Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi</strong></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-44168652717788604042007-12-20T15:52:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:53:13.551-08:00Sultanahmet Mosque<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/1728027013_f3e97553be_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/1728027013_f1d77e10dc.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-76988908427528465352007-12-15T15:50:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:50:36.606-08:00Valide Sultan Mosque<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/1727394708_780e0fd1ca_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/1727394708_5d2e32c675.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-61916723721810351112007-12-13T15:50:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:51:26.604-08:00Haydarpasa in purple<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/1726529431_328fe45893_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/1726529431_2f2408a5b4.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Haydarpasa railway station and small fisher boats in Kadikoy side<br /><blockquote><strong>Lovers</strong><br />O lovers, lovers it is time<br />to set out from the world.<br />I hear a drum in my soul's ear<br />coming from the depths of the stars.<br /><br />Our camel driver is at work;<br />the caravan is being readied.<br />He asks that we forgive him<br />for the disturbance he has caused us,<br />He asks why we travellers are asleep.<br /><br />Everywhere the murmur of departure;<br />the stars, like candles<br />thrust at us from behind blue veils,<br />and as if to make the invisible plain,<br />a wondrous people have come forth.<br /><br /><strong>Hz. Mevlana<br />Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi</strong></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-1922263115413991082007-12-12T15:47:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:48:23.349-08:00Karakoy port<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/1726474533_c9a0619573_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/1726474533_bdd930d863.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="334" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-22584558146244223052007-12-10T15:46:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:47:34.024-08:00Old stype patisserie<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/1727336536_c9ed4c7abf_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/1727336536_cf08549c0e.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Old fabric patisserie from Balat market. You can find traditional candies, pancakes and bus tickets :)<br /><blockquote><strong>The Doors</strong><br /><br />I want peace of mind<br />I want peace<br />I want tranquility<br />May the doors open<br /><br />Togetherness<br />Happiness<br />Fraternity<br />I want to be whole<br />May the doors open<br /><br />I want peace of mind<br />I want peace<br />I want tranquility<br />May the doors open<br /><br />Wholeness<br />Togetherness<br />Happiness<br />May the doors open<br /><br />The doors<br />The doors<br />The doors<br />May the doors open<br /><br /><strong><em>from the album "Variations" by Ayşe Tütüncü</em></strong></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-47107309582489589702007-12-08T15:45:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:46:20.971-08:00Karakoy sea side and boats<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2046757598_0e7e5bde55_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2046757598_f4c4fe6929.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Eminonu, Galata Bridge and colorful boats ... taken from Karakoy with Pentax K10D<br /><blockquote><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"><strong>Like This</strong></p><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText">If anyone asks you<br />how the perfect satisfaction<br />of all our sexual wanting<br />will look, lift your face<br />and say,<br />Like this.<br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> When someone mentions the gracefulness<br />of the nightsky, climb up on the roof<br />and dance and say,<br />Like this.<br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,<br />or what "God’s fragrance" means,<br />lean your head toward him or her.<br />Keep your face there close.<br />Like this.<br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText">When someone quotes the old poetic image<br />about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,<br />slowly loosen knot by knot the strings<br />of your robe.<br />Like this.<br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,<br />don’t try to explain the miracle.<br />Kiss me on the lips.<br />Like this. Like this.<br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> When someone asks what it means<br />to "die for love," point<br />here.<br />If someone asks how tall I am, frown<br />and measure with your fingers the space<br />between the creases on your forehead.<br />This tall.<br />The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.<br />When someone doesn’t believe that,<br />walk back into my house.<br />Like this.<br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText">When lovers moan,<br />they’re telling our story.<br />Like this.<br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText">I am a sky where spirits live.<br />Stare into this deepening blue,<br />while the breeze says a secret.<br />Like this.<br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> When someone asks what there is to do,<br />light the candle in his hand.<br />Like this.<br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText">How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?<br />Huuuuu.<br />How did Jacob’s sight return?<br />Huuuu.<br />A little wind cleans the eyes.<br />Like this.<br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> When Shams comes back from Tabriz,<br />he’ll put just his head around the edge<br />of the door to surprise us<br />Like this.<br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"><strong><em>From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations<br />by Coleman Barks with John Moyne</em></strong><br /><p class="MsoPlainText"> </p><br /></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-17094383612189405592007-12-06T15:44:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:45:33.316-08:00Karakoy streets<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/2046760132_929285385d_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/2046760132_1d5411da29.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="334" /></a><br /><blockquote>Let go of your worries<br />and be completely clear-hearted,<br />like the face of a mirror<br />that contains no images.<br />If you want a clear mirror,<br />behold yourself<br />and see the shameless truth,<br />which the mirror reflects.<br />If metal can be polished<br />to a mirror-like finish,<br />what polishing might the mirror<br />of the heart require?<br />Between the mirror and the heart<br />is this single difference:<br />the heart conceals secrets,<br />while the mirror does not.<br /><br /><em><strong>Hz. Mevlana</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII </strong></em></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-44496345165160473812007-12-03T15:39:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:40:26.871-08:00Fatih houses<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/2045958331_617e15cfff_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/2045958331_d996f58da9.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="334" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-17435873472879615002007-12-02T15:41:00.000-08:002007-12-01T16:30:31.407-08:00Cukurbostan mosque and school<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2045958809_6be37dcee3_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2045958809_9d0a83ad05.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><blockquote><strong>A moment of happiness<br /></strong><br /><br />A moment of happiness<br />you and I sitting on the verandah,<br />apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.<br /><br />We feel the flowing water of life here,<br />you and I, with the garden's beauty<br />and the birds singing.<br /><br />The stars will be watching us,<br />and we will show them<br />what it is to be a thin crescent moon.<br /><br />You and I unselfed, will be together,<br />indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.<br /><br />The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I.<br /><br />In one form upon this earth,<br />and in another form in a timeless sweet land.<br /><br /><strong><em>Hz. Mevlana </em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Kulliyat-e Shams, 2114<br /></em></strong></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-41086337043644449922007-12-02T15:38:00.000-08:002007-12-01T15:39:37.852-08:00Fatih streets<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/2046750996_adc52f22a8_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2356/2046750996_64ee7479f1.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="334" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-78511527821672588372007-12-01T16:21:00.000-08:002007-12-01T16:22:19.214-08:00fethiye museum<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ozgurozkok/1467242919/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1349/1467242919_4850b20526.jpg" /></a><br />taken by Pentax K10D, at IstanbulUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-63791654969065950052007-12-01T16:18:00.001-08:002007-12-01T16:18:37.958-08:00with love and light<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1129/1416750678_768baa7961_o.jpg" title=" istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1129/1416750678_ca0e0c6825.jpg" alt=" istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="337" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />It's not time to make a change,<br />Just relax, take it easy.<br />You're still young, that's your fault,<br />There's so much you have to know.<br />Find a girl, settle down,<br />If you want you can marry.<br />Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.<br /><br />I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,<br />To be calm when you've found something going on.<br />But take your time, think a lot,<br />Why, think of everything you've got.<br />For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.<br /><br />Cat Stevens , Father and SonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-35521106332222504692007-12-01T16:17:00.001-08:002007-12-01T16:17:33.771-08:00An ordinary Nevizade night<a href="http://istanbulstreets.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/imgp0010-11.jpg" title="imgp0010-11.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1313/1238520407_9196e5279f_o.jpg" title="Nevizade street, Beyoglu, Istanbul" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1313/1238520407_921c80c268.jpg" alt="Nevizade street, BEyoglu, Istanbul" align="top" border="1" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />raki, talk and Beyoglu. It was an ordinary Nevizade night.<br /><br />Nevizade street is in the Beyoglu. There are several restaurants. Long years only raki drinking is enable in this street. Now, you can find beer and wine .<br /><br />I like raki.<br /><br />it was the hot night. Like an Ceza (the most famous rap star of Turkey) ’s song<br /><blockquote><em>“<br />this night is very hot<br />I ‘ll be fire<br />the end of night will be boom<br />“</em></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-25605224898165881372007-12-01T16:16:00.001-08:002007-12-01T16:16:59.364-08:00Nevizade restaurants<a href="http://istanbulstreets.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/imgp0007-08.jpg" title="imgp0007-08.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/1238516721_cb59f0418d_o.jpg" title="Nevizade street, Beyoglu, Istanbul" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1063/1238516721_9dfacf45f4.jpg" alt="Nevizade street, BEyoglu, Istanbul" align="top" border="1" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br />we're drinking raki, away from home :)<br /><br />dancer is on the table, musicians play songs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-34539144272687814532007-12-01T16:15:00.001-08:002007-12-01T16:15:57.988-08:00Historical Eminonu fisher<a href="http://istanbulstreets.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/imgp0004-05.jpg" title="imgp0004-05.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/1239375426_ef2c011360_o.jpg" title="Eminonu, Istanbul" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/1239375426_819ace7e11.jpg" alt="Eminonu, sellers, IStanbul" align="top" border="1" hspace="1" vspace="1" /></a><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />When you come to Istanbul, you have to eat fish on Historical Eminonu Fisher "Meşhur Tarihi Eminönü Balıkçısı"<br />There are only fish, bread, onion and some greens<br />No seat<br />No servicemanUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-23736197178618907742007-12-01T16:13:00.000-08:002007-12-01T16:14:13.386-08:00zeyrek mosque<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ozgurozkok/1467674148/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1098/1467674148_53cb01a941.jpg" /></a><br />taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul<br /><br /><strong>Notes from Archnet</strong><br /><blockquote> ArchNet is an exciting project being developed at the <a href="http://sap.mit.edu/">MIT School of Architecture and Planning</a> in close cooperation with, and with the full support of <a href="http://akdn.org/agency/aktc.html">The Aga Khan Trust for Culture</a>, an agency of the <a href="http://akdn.org/">Aga Khan Development Network</a>. The Aga Khan Trust for Culture is a private, non-denominational, international development agency with programmes dedicated to the improvement of built environments in societies where Muslims have a significant presence.</blockquote><br /><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial">http://archnet.org/library/sites/one-site.jsp?site_id=7175</span></font><br /><br />The Zeyrek Church Mosque, formerly the Church of the Monastery of Pantocractor, was built by Byzantine Emperor John II Comnenus (1118-1143) and his wife, Empress Irene. Built on the forth hill of the city overlooking the Golden Horn, the famous Middle Byzantine foundation had a triple-church, a hostel, a hospital, a hospice for the elderly, a medical school and a library. Copies of the Typikon, or the monastery calendar describing services and ceremonies, provide details of the monastery's social and religious functions. The imperial founders endowed the monastery with numerous properties, including other monasteries in the Marmara region, Thrace, Macedonia, Western Anatolia and the Aegean Islands. Only the church, used as a mosque since the Ottoman conquest, and the cisterns of the monastery have remained.<br /><br />The church consists of three joint churches built successively in the 12th century. The church to the south was built first and dedicated to Christ the Pantocrator, or "He who reigns over all, the Almighty"; hence the name of the monastery. A smaller church, built ten meters north of the earlier structure was consecrated to Panagia Eleousa or Merciful Mary. The two churches were subsequently united with a funerary chapel fitted in between, honoring St. Michael the Archangel. Converted to a mosque after temporary use as a madrasa after the Ottoman takeover, the church was named "Zeyrek" after Molla Zeyrek Mehmed Efendi, a resident of the neighborhood who taught at the madrasa. The mosque, repaired after a fire in mid 18th century, fell into disrepair by the 1950s. The library of the monastery burnt in 1934.<br /><br />Archaeological studies by the Byzantine Institute of America in the mid 1950s have revealed floor mosaics of the period. The central church was re-opened for Islamic prayer during this time and the Directorate of Religious Endowments restored the northern church in 1966. The current restoration work, begun in 1997 by Professors Robert Ousterhout, Zeynep Ahunbay and Metin Ahunbay, is funded by the Kress Foundation/World Monuments Fund, University of Illinois Research Fund, Istanbul Technical University and Dumbarton Oaks Project Grants. The Zeyrek Church Mosque was included in the annual list of the World Monuments Watch "100 Most Endangered Sites" in 2002.<br /><br />The triple-church is entered from the west, through the outer narthex of the southern church, which opens into an inner narthex that spans the entire length of the church and gives access into the three naves. The outer narthex, composed of five cross-vaulted bays, has ablution spigots at its north end. Five brick archways, with a rose marble frame set inside each arch, lead into the inner narthex. The central archway between the narthexes is distinguished with its taller frame crowned by a triple arch, across from the entry into the southern church, embellished similarly with marble frames. The inner narthex also has an upper level. Unlike the dim atmosphere of the lower level, the upper level is brightly lit with clerestory windows and windows pierced into the central bay's dome.<br /><br />The southern church, oldest among the three, has a cross-dome plan. It consists of a domed nave at the center, flanked by vaulted aisles on three sides, and a deep apsidal sanctuary to the east. The aisles and sanctuary, in other words, form the four arms of the Greek cross in plan. The aisles here are separated from the nave with four columns symmetrically placed around the nave, which support the weight of the roof along with piers embedded in side walls. The side aisles terminate in narrow miniature chapels with apses, linked with the central sanctuary. The space is lit with sixteen windows on the dome, windows inside the four barrel-vaults, and sanctuary windows placed at two levels. The southern church also has windows to the upper level of the inner narthex, which projects into the space with an ornate bay window. The capitals of the four central columns, the bay window, the mihrab and painted decoration of the interior date from renovations performed at the height of Ottoman baroque. The fine mosaic floor of the southern church, discovered underneath its wooden floor by the Byzantine Institute, provides clues to the original decoration of the interior. Archaeological studies by the Institute have recovered fragments of colored glass, believed to belong to original windows. The marble revetments of the sanctuary have remained intact, while marble parts of the iconostas were used in the minbar.<br />A wall, placed midway between the southern and northern churches, partitions the inner narthex into two sections. The funerary chapel joining the two churches is entered from either section, as well as from the individual churches, although the connecting archways are boarded up. Narrow and deep, the funeral chapel consists of a nave, covered by two oval domes, and a semi-domed apsidal sanctuary. It is dimly lit with windows on its two domes. The crypt underneath the chapel was used for years as the burial ground of the Palaeologan family, including the imperial founders Comnenus I and Irene. Also used as a mosque, the chapel has a mihrab, a minbar and a preacher's lodge today. The church to the north, dedicated to the Virgin Mary, is smaller than but identical to the southern church. It also lacks an exterior narthex, but has a separate side entrance in addition to two doors on the inner narthex and archways that link it to the funerary chapel to its south. The northern church and its narthex were restored by the Ministry of Religious Endowments in 1966-67.<br />On the exterior, the ensemble is animated by the undulating cornice line, which follows the profile of the barrel vaults. Beside the outer narthex, capped at a lower level with a sloping roof, the three churches have a continuous roof cover from which the five domes rise to varying heights reflective of their size and importance. A minaret, added during the conversion, is located at the northwest corner of the exterior narthex, to the right of the main entrance. The stone foundations remain to the south, where a building as large as the northern church was attached to the narthexes. A wooden takiyya (tekke), built on these foundations during Ottoman times, is seen in older photographs along with housing that was built along the southern wall of the churches.<br /><ul><br /> <li>Dünden Bugüne Istanbul Ansiklopedisi. 1993. Istanbul: Türkiye Ekonomik ve Toplumsal Tarih Vakfi, vol. 7, 555-557 and vol.6, 218.</li><br /></ul><br /><ul><br /> <li>Ahunbay, Metin and Zeynep Ahunbay. 2001. "Restoration Work at the Zeyrek Camii, 1997-1998." Byzantine Constantinople: Monuments, Topography, and Everyday Life (ed. N. Necipoglu). Brill: Leiden, Boston, 117-32.</li><br /></ul><br /><ul><br /> <li>Mathews, Thomas. 1976. The Byzantine Churches of Istanbul: A Photographic Survey. University Park: Pennsylvania State University Press, 71-102.</li><br /></ul><br /><ul><br /> <li>Müller-Wiener, Wolfgang. 2001. [Bildlexikon zur Topographie Istanbuls.Turkish]. Istanbul'un Tarihsel Topografyasi: 17. yüzyil baslarina kadar Byzantion-Konstantinopolis-Istanbul. (translated by Ülker Sayin). Istanbul: Yapi Kredi Yayinlari.</li><br /></ul><br /><ul><br /> <li>Ousterhout, Robert, Zeynep Ahunbay and Metin Ahunbay. 2000. Study and restoration of the Zeyrek Camii in Istanbul: First report 1997-1998. Dumberton Oaks Papers 54, 265-270. http://www.doaks.org/DOP54/DP54ch15.pdf>. [Accessed May 31, 2006]</li><br /></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-61503268894523171282007-12-01T16:10:00.001-08:002007-12-01T16:10:39.689-08:00a street from Suleymaniye<p class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7502269@N04/1268028424/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1151/1268028424_7402124c8d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" /></a></p><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7502269@N04/1268028424/"> </a></span><br /><p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Suleymaniye Mosque and Suleymaniye district are the important areas.</p><br /> This is the Kirazli Mescid Street.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-9608719393035843802007-12-01T16:08:00.000-08:002007-12-01T16:09:18.752-08:00Yellow tracks in Eminonu square<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1329843629_220deb053b_o.jpg" title="eminonu , istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1329843629_fd007f1e45.jpg" alt="eminonu , istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-74773999423617757902007-12-01T16:07:00.000-08:002007-12-01T16:08:23.592-08:00a mosque from Golden Horn<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/1320281415_d8ae657456_b.jpg" title="Balat , Istanbul" target="_blank"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/1320281415_d8ae657456.jpg" alt="Balat, Fener, Istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="330" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Mevlevi Dervish Mosque (in turkish : Mevlevi Tekkesi Camii ) is in Golden Horn Sea Side. It's in the restoration project now.<br /><br />taken with pentax K10D<br /><blockquote><strong>Looking For Your Face</strong><br /><br />From the beginning of my life<br />I have been looking for your face<br />but today I have seen it.<br /><br />Today I have seen<br />the charm, the beauty,<br />the unfathomable grace<br />of the face<br />that I was looking for.<br /><br />Today I have found you<br />and those that laughed<br />and scorned me yesterday<br />are sorry that they were not looking<br />as I did.<br /><br />I am bewildered by the magnificence<br />of your beauty<br />and wish to see you with a hundred eyes.<br /><br />My heart has burned with passion<br />and has searched forever<br />for this wondrous beauty<br />that I now behold.<br /><br />I am ashamed<br />to call this love human<br />and afraid of God<br />to call it divine.<br /><br />Your fragrant breath<br />like the morning breeze<br />has come to the stillness of the garden<br />You have breathed new life into me<br />I have become your sunshine<br />and also your shadow.<br /><br />My soul is screaming in ecstasy<br />Every fiber of my being<br />is in love with you<br /><br />Your effulgence<br />has lit a fire in my heart<br />and you have made radiant<br />for me<br />the earth and sky.<br /><br />My arrow of love<br />has arrived at the target<br />I am in the house of mercy<br />and my heart<br />is a place of prayer.<br /><br /><strong>Hz. Mevlana<br />(Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi)</strong></blockquote><br /><blockquote></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-38619534233083697842007-12-01T16:04:00.001-08:002007-12-01T16:04:52.024-08:00gateway in Suleymaniye<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1031/1329847587_c1792fda53_o.jpg" title="suleymaniye , istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1031/1329847587_21f83f6fdf.jpg" alt="suleymaniye , istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="500" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="334" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377796086311624645.post-75926412981496035402007-12-01T16:03:00.000-08:002007-12-01T16:04:02.357-08:00trip in Golden Horn<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/1330678908_daac71f576_o.jpg" title="golden horn, halic, istanbul" target="_blank"><br /><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/1330678908_7984129853.jpg" alt="Golden Horn , istanbul" align="top" border="2" height="334" hspace="1" vspace="1" width="500" /></a><br /><br />a small boat with some passengers<br /><blockquote><strong>Like This</strong><br />If anyone asks you<br />how the perfect satisfaction<br />of all our sexual wanting<br />will look, lift your face<br />and say,<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />When someone mentions the gracefulness<br />of the nightsky, climb up on the roof<br />and dance and say,<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,<br />or what "God’s fragrance" means,<br />lean your head toward him or her.<br />Keep your face there close.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />When someone quotes the old poetic image<br />about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,<br />slowly loosen knot by knot the strings<br />of your robe.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,<br />don’t try to explain the miracle.<br />Kiss me on the lips.<br /><br />Like this. Like this.<br /><br />When someone asks what it means<br />to "die for love," point<br />here.<br /><br />If someone asks how tall I am, frown<br />and measure with your fingers the space<br />between the creases on your forehead.<br /><br />This tall.<br /><br />The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.<br />When someone doesn’t believe that,<br />walk back into my house.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />When lovers moan,<br />they’re telling our story.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />I am a sky where spirits live.<br />Stare into this deepening blue,<br />while the breeze says a secret.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />When someone asks what there is to do,<br />light the candle in his hand.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?<br /><br />Huuuuu.<br /><br />How did Jacob’s sight return?<br /><br />Huuuu.<br /><br />A little wind cleans the eyes.<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br />When Shams comes back from Tabriz,<br />he’ll put just his head around the edge<br />of the door to surprise us<br /><br />Like this.<br /><br /><em><strong>Hz. Mevlana</strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong>From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations</strong></em><br /><em><strong>by Coleman Barks with John Moyne</strong></em></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0