İngilizce metin
When Zeynep moved to Berlin for work, she promised to write to her grandmother every week.
At first, the letters were full of excitement about the new city.
She described the colorful markets, the endless rain, and the unfamiliar language.
Slowly, however, a different feeling crept into her words.
She began to miss simple things, such as the sound of the call to prayer and the smell of her grandmother's kitchen.
Her grandmother always replied with short, warm letters and a little dried lavender inside.
"Homesickness is only love with nowhere to go," she once wrote.
Those words stayed with Zeynep through the long, dark winter.
In spring, she finally booked a ticket and returned home for a visit.
At the door, her grandmother held her tightly and said nothing; the silence was enough.