She was obsessed with lights, you see. There was something about them. Something about their power to illuminate and cheer. Something about their way of turning energy into magic, of casting shadows, of hypnotizing.
Her best friend wound her way sensibly through Istanbul’s Hagia Sophia, admiring the stunning ceiling, the lovely mosaics, the ornate ironwork. But the blogging girl just stood there, transfixed, staring…. at the lights….
People passed her by and whispered. But she didn’t care.
Images by Maryam