Meryem MYL-İzmir

Aslı VFL-İstanbul

İkra LHMTAL-Ankara

Yunus Emre VFL-İstanbul

Irmak VFL-İstanbul

Zeynep MYL-İstanbul

Sevde VFL-İstanbul

Sudenur MYL-İzmir

Elin SHL-İstanbul

HERITAGE

MERYEM

       A young girl was sleeping in a small, cozy, bright room in an old brick country house. A breeze came into the room through the open street window and stroked her wavy brown hair. The early morning rays of the rising sun were coming in through the curtains swaying in the wind as if they were playing with each other. The scent of the blossoming fruit trees, the chirping of the waking birds, everything reminded him that it was spring outside, that a new day had replaced the night. An old cat with black fur was sleeping and snoring at his feet. On the table next to the bed was a thick brown book. On the cover of the book was written "MIMAR SINAN'S HERITAGE" in big gold letters and "MS" with the author's signature. The old, creaking door broke the silence of the room. A woman entered the room.

-Mira! Mira! Wake up. It's time. 

The woman approached the bed, stroked the girl's head. She looked at the book on the table. She picked it up and sat on the edge of the bed. The woman was thin; she looked eighty years old, maybe more. Her head was covered with a scarf. She ran her fingers over the title and the author's initials. In a low voice, as if to herself, she said, "Mert, my son. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Mira, a whole month has passed and you still haven't touched this book. It has been sitting on your desk for a month. Your father would be very happy if you read it. This is his precious gift to you.

-Good morning, Grandma!

Mira opened her green eyes, stretched and sat down next to her grandmother. Her long wavy hair touched her shoulders and gave her the appearance of a lovely angel. Mira got up from the bed and took the book from her grandmother's hand.

There is a time for everything,said Mira.

At that moment, Mira remembered how her classmates used to make fun of this book. On April 24, at the end of Feast of Ramadan everyone returned to school as the holidays were over. Classmates were telling each other what gifts they had received on April 23rd and Feast of Ramadan. One of her friends, Zeynep, was bragging about the phone her father had bought her. Another friend, Ayşe, was showing off her new sneakers.  Ahmet was talking about his new bicycle. When they asked Mira what she got as a present, she said that her father had given her a book about Mimar Sinan. Everyone started laughing at Mira. When Mira came home after school, she was angry and wanted to throw the book in the trash, but since it was a gift from her father, she didn't do that and threw it on the table. She sat on the bed, hugged her pillow and cried until the evening. -

When her grandmother saw Mira in this state, she felt very sorry for her. And she said:

"You don't need to be upset about this, every person can have a different opinion.

So this book sat on the table for a month and he promised himself to return it to its owner.

Yes, there is a time for everything.  Today, after a long time, Mira took the book, opened it. She took out a piece of paper and read it to her grandmother. 

29.05.23, 12:00, platform 375, Kayseri-Istanbul. I have very little time left to prepare. 

  -Mira, this is the first time you are traveling far from Ağırnas. Don't worry, everything will be fine.

   -Yes, you're right, grandma. 

Mira put the bus ticket in the book and put the book in her bag. 

Mira, there is one more important thing you forgot. Today is May 29th and your sixteenth birthday.

Her grandmother took a small, old box with stones out of her pocket and handed it to Mira. Mira approached her grandmother and took the box from her hand and opened it. Inside the box was a gold necklace in the shape of a triangle with a long chain.

There were two capital letters in the triangle '' M.S. There was something written in Arabic on the back of the necklace. 

Thank you, Grandma. It's a very nice gift. But what does the "M.S." in this necklace mean? Does it mean Mira is from Sinan? 

And Mira wore the necklace.

-My grandmother gave me this necklace when I was sixteen, and now I'm giving it to you, and you can give it to your child when the time comes.

Then are the initials on this necklace yours?  Mahizar Sinanli? And what was your grandmother's name? 

-Maryam Sinanli.

And the old woman smiled.

-What a coincidence! 

-I hope this necklace will bring you luck.

And they hugged each other tightly. 

At 11.00 a.m. Mira and her grandmother were waiting for the bus at Kayseri bus station, on platform 375. The girl was a little excited because it was her first trip. She had lived in the village of Ağırnas since she was little. Mira's mother passed away the day her daughter was born. Her father could not bear the heavy burden, so he gave Mira to his own mother to raise and returned to Istanbul. Before Mira was born, her parents had a very good life. They were students at Mimar Sinan University, where they met. They loved each other very much, they had big dreams for their future; her mother to become an archaeologist and her father to become a great architect. Most of all they had dreams of settling down. One May 29th, when they were in their senior year, all these dreams were destroyed. His father started drinking to drown his grief. 

 But one day, while passing by the Süleymaniye Mosque, he heard the call to prayer, went inside, talked to the imam and repented. Sometimes he would call his mother and ask how his daughter was doing. On the first day of Feast of Ramadan, April 22, Mert Sinanlı came to the village of Ağırnas after sixteen years. Mira did not know how to treat her father, how to talk to him. She saw pictures of her father in old photo albums and knew him only as much as her grandmother told her. He was a stranger to Mira. Mert saw how much his daughter resembled her mother. 

In the evening they were sitting at the round table drinking tea. Her father asked his daughter how school was going and what she liked. After her grandmother explained how talented Mira was at drawing, she pointed to the pictures on the wall. Her father got up from the table and examined the walls one by one. There were stone houses, bridges and wells from the old village of Ağırnas. Mert pointed his head towards the table and said:

-You have one year left before the university exam. Have you decided what you want to be in the future?  You should choose a profession where you can be useful to society and do it with passion and happiness. 

The girl shook her shoulders as if she didn't know and said in a low voice:

-I don't know.

-Daughter, believe me, in the future you may become a very good architect. In a month you will be sixteen years old. I would love to invite you to Istanbul. It is a marvelous city. It inspires you with its culture, history, artifacts, heritage of our ancestors, in short, everything. Maybe this trip will help you choose your future profession. I used to love drawing as much as you do, but...

He wanted to continue but old memories came flooding back. He slowly rolled his eyes and squeezed her hands tightly. He went quickly to his room.  -

It was very late and Mira thought that her father was tired and that's why he went to his room. 

In the morning, after breakfast, her father walked confidently into Mira's room. 

Mira, you should definitely come to Istanbul. You can think about coming when your school is on vacation. I will send you the bus ticket. And ... most importantly, despite my long absence and long distance, know that I love you very much, my daughter!

He approached his daughter and hugged her tightly. Then he put something on the table, and said:

-This is my legacy to you. See you soon.

And he quickly left the house.    Mira approached the table and looked at the window. Her father's silhouette quickly receded into the depths of the blossoming trees. Mira looked at her father's "legacy" lying on the table. It was a thick brown book. Mira opened it, and on the first page, in his handwriting, he wrote: "For my dear and only daughter. Keep this legacy". At the end of the page was her father's signature: Mert Sinanlı.

Mira looked at her watch. The clock read 11.45. The Kayseri-Istanbul bus approached platform 375. The door of the bus opened. Passengers took turns showing their tickets and took their seats. Mira hugged her grandmother and went inside the bus, sitting on the seat next to the window number 29. Mira looked at the clock again, it was 12.00 noon. The bus started moving. The girl slept almost the whole way. A man made an announcement in a deep voice:

Istanbul! We are crossing the July 15th Martyrs Bridge!

Mira opened her eyes and looked out the window. It was pitch black, but the red light of the bridge illuminated everything. The huge arms of the bridge connected the two continents. 

Mira remembered her history class at school and remembered how Mehmet the Conqueror conquered Constantinople on May 29, 1453. Mira thought to herself:

What a coincidence, she said. Today is May 29th and it is my birthday, my first time in Istanbul.

Mira suddenly imagined how she was sitting on a white horse, wearing the dress of that time and next to her was Mehmet the Conqueror on a black horse. Behind Mehmet the Conqueror and the girl was the Ottoman Army. She approached the castle walls of Constantinople and the giant gate of the castle began to open and they...

-Last stop! Esenler bus station.

The door of the bus opened. Passengers got out one by one. Mira followed them. She took her suitcase from the bus trunk. She felt someone's hand on her shoulder and a voice came from behind:

-Mira! My daughter! I am so happy to see you.  

Mira recognized this voice immediately, because she had the words "I love you, my daughter" in her head for a month. Mira turned to where the voice was. Her father hugged her tightly. 

They got into the taxi and her father said to the taxi driver:

-Towards Suleymaniye please!

-Daughter, I'll take you home and I'll go to work.

-No, father, I slept the whole way, I would be very happy to go to work with you.

Twenty-five minutes later, they reached their destination. Mira saw the taxi's headlights reflected in the big, long, high, stony wall. They got out of the taxi and approached the big gate. 

This is the Aghas gate of Suleymaniye. I work as a guard here.

Behind the gate they were greeted by a large garden. Trees that had seen centuries, the delicious scent of roses, the chirping of cicadas... They approached the mosque. 

It is here, my daughter, that I have worked for many years, it is here that I wrote the book I gave you, it is here that I found inspiration and strength to continue living here. This cherished place is a legacy from our ancestors and we must preserve it in the best possible way for future generations. 

Mira suddenly remembered the book her father had given her.  She had waited for a month to give it back to him and this moment had come. She quickly took the book out of her bag and was about to hand it to her father when she heard the sound of the entrance door of the mosque:

Mr. Mert, excuse me. 

A man dressed as an imam had called him. 

-Of course, Mr. Selim, I'll be right there. My daughter, you sit on the bench here for a while, I'll talk to the teacher and be right back.

Her father and the mosque teacher went through the door. Mira sat on the bench and still had the book in her hand. She looked up and realized how tall and majestic the minarets were. The white birds around the minaret were circling clockwise, it was so peaceful. But suddenly she realized that the white birds were turning counterclockwise. Mira looked at the clock, it was 00.00 at night. A kitten was calling from under one of the trees. She looked to her right and left and spotted the kitten and started to approach it.The kitten was scared and quickly ran out of the garden gate. Mira followed the kitten. The lamps on the street flickered on and off. Suddenly she found herself in an old octagonal fountain. 

There were three steps on this charity fountain. On the top step lay a black kitten. It had a white triangle .Mira approached the kitten and for some reason this time the kitten did not run away. Mira sat on the top step, looked at the clock and it was still 00.00. Looking at the kitten, she remembered the triangular necklace her grandmother had given her, she put the long chain necklace from inside her T-shirt in the palm of her hand and looked at it for a long time. 

Suddenly a bright light came out of the necklace. The letters "M.S." and the numbers 3, 7, 5 in the three corners of the triangle were now more clearly visible. Water began to flow from the fountain behind Mira, which had not been running for a long time. Mira's necklace pointed her towards the fountain like a compass, the door of the fountain opened as if it were an elevator, and Mira suddenly found herself inside the fountain and the door suddenly closed. 

It was as if she didn't feel gravity at all. Suddenly everything stopped and everything lit up. Mira found herself in a large triangle, in the center of the triangle was a large white marble bed. On the right side of the head of the tomb was a huge turban. Mira looked in amazement towards the tomb. A tall man with a white beard and a turban appeared from the back right side of the tomb, walking towards Mira and called out to her:

-Mira! Don't be afraid! I am Mimar Sinan. We were born on the same day. I made this triangle necklace you are wearing. 

-Then do the letters "M.S." on this necklace mean Mimar Sinan?

-I made this necklace for a sultan I fell in love with a long time ago, it was a legacy from me to her. Oh my Mihrimah Sultan... 

-Then aren't the letters "M.S." in this necklace Mihrimah Sultan?

-No, it's not! Mira. "M.S."... means "LEGACY".-

-What about the numbers on the corners of the necklace "3, 7, 5", what do they mean?

-I created hundreds of works and left them to you as a legacy. 375 is the number of legacies I left. These are: Mosques, masjids, madrasas, bridges, waterways, baths, cellars, caravanserais, almshouses, darüşşifas... Protect and value these legacies. Just like the book your father gave you.

The girl realized she still had the book in her hand. 

-And what is the Arabic inscription on the back of the necklace?

-I built all these works in order to be remembered with good deeds, to receive good prayers, and to gain the pleasure of Allah. 

Mimar Sinan put a blank piece of paper between Mira's book and said:

-Who knows, maybe one day you will build works like me and leave them as a legacy to future generations. Maybe you will fulfill your father's dreams.  God bless you, Mira Sinanlı...

And the teleported figure of Mimar Sinan suddenly disappeared. 

-Mira! Mira! My daughter, are you asleep?

Mira opened her eyes, saw her father and, strangely enough, realized that she was on the bench where he had left her. He was still holding the book. She realized she was dreaming. She looked at the clock and it was 00.05.

-Mira, did you want to tell me something about the book? I'm listening to you now.

Mira suddenly gave up on giving the book back to her father. And she realized how valuable this book was. She smiled and said:

-Father, thank you so much for this book and for inviting me here. I have thought and made up my mind...  

Mira hugged her father and looked towards the wall of the Süleymaniye Mosque. There was an inscription on the wall... 

 ''I did all these works in order to be remembered with good deeds, to receive good prayers, and to earn the pleasure of Allah''. 

   Five years later, Mira graduated with a degree in architecture from Mimar Sinan University. She built a triangular fountain for charity in Ağırnas village. There were two capital letters on three sides of the fountain '' "M.S. And only Mira knew what it meant, it meant INHERITANCE.

ASLI

                                                HISTORICAL JOURNEY

     "Guys, wait, I'll give you your homework before I go," Filiz Teacher said. Then she handed each of us an envelope. I opened the envelope and inside was a piece of paper with 'Mimar Sinan' written on it. After Filiz Teacher distributed all the envelopes, she said, "I want you to research the important people who have come for the weekend, but please prepare them carefully and in detail," she said. When Filiz Teacher finished her speech, everyone left the classroom.

    When I got home, I saw a suitcase standing in front of the door. Whose suitcase was it? To find out, I decided to find my mother. He was getting ready in his room. "Mom, whose suitcase is that?" I asked. "Sinan, your father’s great-aunt passed away. Your father and I’ll go home together for the funeral. You stay at home with your brother. We’ll be back on Monday. I’ve prepared everything you might need. All I ask is that you watch your brother."  

"Don't worry, Mommy, that's my job." I said confidently .In that meantime, my brother Mustafa came. After my mother explained the situation to her, she said goodbye and left. 

     After dinner, I started my homework. At that time Mustafa came to me and said, "Brother, come to my room! You should see my new invention." said. My brother loves to invent new things. He wants to be a famous scientist when he grows up (his biggest dream), but most of his 'inventions' so far have often ended in disaster. That's why I can not trust him and his inventions anymore. "What kind of disaster are we facing again?" I said. "What the heck, my inventions are pretty safe. And this time it will be completely different. You will not believe your eyes when you see it. It will be a revolution for the world," he said excitedly. His inventions always excited him, but this time was different. He could not stand still with excitement and kept pulling on my arm. Finally, I realized he was not comforting me, and we went into the room.

"That's it!" he said, pointing to a tool that resembled a radio lying on the bed. "Yes, Mr. Mustafa, what does this radio do?" I asked sarcastically. "First of all, this is not a radio, this is 'Gate Mustafa'," he said proudly. I could not hold back anymore and burst out laughing, "Come on, I understand the passage, what's wrong with Mustafa?" I said. Angrily he said, "You are laughing, if my invention becomes famous, my name will be famous too". "Okay, do not be angry,

 it was just a joke. Tell me what it can do." "You can travel in

 time with it," he said. Although I was very surprised, I could 

not believe it. "Really? I do not believe in that. Have you ever 

tried it?" I said. "That's why I called you. You and I will be the first. 

Come on, write a date you want." I coded the date '03/13/1575' using the tool's keys like a radio. "Okay, I wrote it, now what do we do?" I said curiously. "Put your hand on the gray slot of the device, like me," he said, and we put our hands together. Then Mustafa pressed the green button and I lost consciousness.

    When I opened my eyes, I was in a village-like place. Whether it was the people around me or the style of the houses, it did not fit the time we were living in. This could only mean one thing: Mustafa's time machine was working. Panicked, I looked around to find Mustafa. He was lying unconscious on the floor. Immediately I ran to him, "Mustafa, are you okay? Mustafa, Mustafa...""I am fine," he said when he regained consciousness. "Are we really in 1575 now, brother?". "There's only one way to find out." I walked up to a man walking by and said, "Excuse me, I wonder how many years it is?" I asked. I would be surprised if someone asked me such a question in 2023. Why would not someone know what year they were in? I should have thought of that before I asked the question, now it was too late. "We are in 1575, of course" ', the man said with a surprised look on his face. "And where exactly are we?" "We are in Edirne. Are you all right, my son? If you have a problem, can you tell me?" the man said and his astonishment grew even more. It actually worked, I still could not believe it. I said, "I am fine, thanks for asking." After saying that, the man left and I went to Mustafa. "It worked, Mustafa. Look at this, our room was just a forest in 1575." I said, but there was concern on his face.

    "What happened? Why is your face like that?" I asked. He showed his hands behind his back.  He had a time machine, but it was not the same as before. "Brother, an unexpected accident happened. the 'Gate Mustafa' malfunctioned again," he said. "What do you mean again? This tool was not working properly and you made us use it, did not you Mustafa! Well done, my clever brother(!). What are you going to do now?" I scolded Mustafa. "It had happened before, I was able to fix it. I thought it would not happen again. I am sorry," he said, very upset. "There's no point in apologizing anymore. We are stuck here, that's the truth!" I said. "We are not really stuck. This is the same breakdown I had before. "I know how to fix it, I just need some tools," he said. It was obvious he was trying to make up for whathe had done. "Well, what do you need?"

     We set out to find the tools we needed and a place to stay. Finally, we asked for a house. They also said we could spend the night with them. They treated us very well. Another good thing is that we found the tools we needed. We were in the room they had prepared for us with Mustafa. "How long will it take you to fix this tool, Mustafa?" I asked. "I will do it tomorrow," he said, but her tone was very apartment and it was obvious that she was offended by me.

    Well, that's why we are here now? Actually, it would have made more sense if I had been offended and not him, but I am the brother. Sometimes older brothers have to take it from the bottom. And even though I was right, I was very hard on him, I could have been more polite, and Mustafa is only a fifth grader, it's normal for him to make mistakes at that age. Yes, I had to apologize. "Mustafa, I am sorry. I was very rough with you today. Also, I should not have been so hard on you. I only panicked because my mother entrusted you to me, and I could not have done it if we had not found a way to fix the device. Which I still have not managed to do... Anyway, even though I get mad at you sometimes, I love you very much, and no matter what you do, you are my brother and I will never leave you. Do you understand that? Even though you are a famous scientist, there is no escape from this older brother." I said and we laughed together. "Your apology has been accepted. I love you too, and when I become a famous scientist, you will be famous too, because I will make you famous as a test subject for my inventions," he said and laughed. "Oh, look at that." I said and we fell asleep laughing. 

    The next day Mustafa started to repair his time machine. I had nothing to do. At that time, I remembered that we were in the time when Mimar Sinan lived. This was an opportunity for me. He could best introduce a person to himself. I had to find Mimar Sinan.

                                                                                            The date I wrote "Gate Mustafa" was a day                                                                                                         before the Selimiye Mosque, a masterpiece of                                                                                                    Mimar Sinan, was opened for worship. At                                                                                                         that time, the Selimiye Mosque was opened for                                                                                                 today. I managed to find Mimar Sinan there. After                                                                                              promising Mustafa to protect him and talking to Fatma Hanım, who took us to her house, I left. I ran to catch up with its because I did not know when it would open, and this was my only chance that I could not miss.                    

    As I ran, I also asked the people around me for directions. Finally, I found the Selimiye Mosque. It stood in front of me in all its glory. It was so beautiful... Its huge dome and graceful minarets fascinated people. When I entered it, I was even more enchanted. Marble, tiles and calligraphic decorations... The famous inverted tulip motif... It was a masterpiece. After visiting the mosque, I went in search of Mimar Sinan. Again, with the help of the people there, I found him. I immediately ran to him. "Hello Sinan Usta, how are you?" I said. "I am fine, thank you. And who are you?" he asked. "I am Sinan." "So we have the same names." "Yes, such a coincidence... I am a fan of yours. Your work and the methods you useare wonderful. If you have half an hour, I'd love to talk to you. I really want to get to know you." Said I. "Of course, I am honored to talk to and inform such bright and curious young people like you," said Koca Sinan. "Thank you very much." Then we chatted with each other. He introduced me to the Selimiye Mosque. By the end of our conversation, I had learned a lot. I thanked him again and hugged him. I would never have such an opportunity again. I hope that in the future I will be as successful as he was as an architect.  We made our way home together. 

    Mustafa was also very happy to see Mimar Sinan. Fatma Hanım greeted him. "Sinan Usta, I would like to do something like you, but my brother doesn’t like their looks at all. I would like to get some advice from an architect like you. How can I design them to please the eye?" said Mustafa. Mimar Sinan called Mustafa to his side and said something in his ear. Mustafa shook his head. Then Mimar Sinan walked away. Since it was late, we too were asleep.

    The next day we said goodbye to Mrs. Fatma and her

 family. Mustafa had repaired the 'Mustafa Gate', but when

 we came back, we first went to the place we had come to,

 so as not to be in a strange place. When we arrived, we went

 through the trees again. We coded the date '05/14/2023' with

 the keys and put our hands in the gray part. We looked at 

each other one last time, pressed the green button and I lost consciousness again.
 

    I was in my room when I came back to. "We did it Mustafa, we are back." I said happily. Mustafa was happy too. "We added a new one to our list of Mustafa's invention disasters." I said with a laugh. He pouted. "...But this time it was really good, Mustafa. You just have to focus on the malfunctions. Still, you have to work hard to make a solid invention. Do not give up. And embellish your inventions a little." I said and we laughed. "By the way, what did Mimar Sinan say in your ear?" I asked. "He said to me, 'You leave the design to your brother, he's a very creative boy and never give up in the face of difficulties.' You know what I realized, brother? You and Mimar Sinan are very similar. You are going to be a verysuccessful architect in the future, there's no doubt about that," he said. "You will also be a very successful scientist, my dear brother." I said and we embraced.

    The next day I gave my presentation at school. Filiz Teacher said, "This is very nice, Sinan. You prepared it with great care. I congratulate you and thank you for your hard work," she said. "I thank you, teacher. I did not just research it, I literally lived it."

AN  ADVENTURE: MİMAR SİNAN

İKRA

      I am Sinan, Sinan from Ağırnas. I have built various mosques, madrasas and caravanserais throughout my life. I wrote my name in history, leaving behind works that made me immortal. I have been in many regions and had the opportunity to closely examine thousands of artifacts from various civilizations. With my wide artistic horizon that I developed together, I also had the opportunity to sign in Ottoman towns one by one. But above all, my adventure started when I was 48 years old when my work on a bridge attracted the attention of Suleiman the Magnificent. It was a hot day during the expedition. Sultan Süleyman Han returned to Karaboğdan. they are.

When they came to the side of the Prut river in that vicinity, a bridge was needed for the army to cross. Many architects tried to build a bridge with one architect, but they could not succeed in whatever they did. Every bridge they built collapsed. Because the banks of the river were clay and it was not possible to drive a pile for the bridge. His Holiness Lütfi Pasha, who noticed my ongoing work, went into the presence of His Excellency Sultan Suleiman and said: 'My Sultan, Sinan Subaşı, your servant, will result in success for the construction of the bridge. wise,' he said. There, I mentioned my work to Sultan Süleyman Han by exemplifying. Hünkar must have liked it, so they confirmed with a smile that he liked it. I was ordered to complete it as soon as possible.

Because the army was in an excited wait and the Sultan was majestic. Their hope was to cross the road as soon as possible. The bridge was completed at the end of 10 days, which were very grueling. After a number of examinations, my work was well received by our Sultan. And they made it easy for them to pass through with his army. After this incident, Sultan Suleiman blessed me by saying,

Whatever you wish from me'. He believed, trusted and took me close to him, and even after these events, his dearest son, Şehzade Sultan Mehmet Han, passed away. Sultan Süleyman wanted to build a large mosque near the Old Rooms in Istanbul for the soul of his son. His Holiness the Prince was buried in a tomb in the vicinity of the mosque. They ordered me to build it. In a short time, the mosque dazzled with its splendor, its colorful arches rose to the sky like a rainbow and its minarets were like two tall civets. It was fortunate that the construction of the mosque was completed successfully. I was now the Architect Head of the Dynasty.

I was in the best place I could be on this road where I worked non-stop. With the help of Allah, I succeeded in every task with appreciation. My work, which I call "My Mastery Work", which is legendary with its lust that dazzles the whole world, resulted in the most beautiful achievements..

It was the period of Selim II. His Majesty the Sultan ordered that they want to build a mosque in Edirne, which he loved very much since he was a prince. They gave me this task.

After some work I did, I started the construction of the mosque in Kavak Square, which dominates the city, in 1568. While building this mosque, I solved an equation with 13 unknowns in order to fit its dome to that width, by doing a 5th operation, different from the 4 known main operations of mathematics. The ground of the mosque was extremely flexible, so I waited eight years after laying the first foundation. His Excellency Sultan Selim even thought that I had disappeared. When I first met them, I came face to face with the bi hangman, but when I explained myself, His Holiness the Hünkar admired my intelligence. After that, I started the construction. I developed a rail system againstearthquakes. In a possible shaking, theearthquake did not directly shake the structure, thanks to the rails under it, the structure was not even affected by the earthquake at the least degree. The construction of the mosque was completed in 1574

It was legendary with its magnificent and large structure. It was in a way that could be seen from all parts of the city. And the Iznik tiles I used inside the mosque also added lust to his lust.

His Holiness Sultan Selim ordered the mosque to be opened for worship. The opening of the mosque was planned for Friday, November 27, 1574, but with the death of Sultan Selim, this date was postponed to March 14, 1575. When that date came, the mosque was opened to worship in the Islamic world. It amazed everyone who saw it, and those who came from foreign countries told about this lust and magnificence they saw with admiration when they went to their countries. This work, which I call “My Masterpiece”, has become the pearl of the Islamic world. It represented the power of the Ottoman Empire and this work was my own work. Even after centuries, the history of humanity would talk aboutthis mosque and its construction. Thanks to these works, I wrote my name in world history with golden letters. These and other achievements have always brought me to the best places Prut My adventure, which started with the bridge and Sultan Süleyman, continued with many successes. I have always followed the path of my mind. 

Now I am Mimar Sinan, who is the language of the whole world. Mimar Sinan, who has his signature on every work of the Ottoman Empire...

Mimar Sinan was one of the most famous architects of the Ottoman Empire. One day, while walking
 through the crowded streets of Istanbul, he noticed a mysterious man approaching him. The man claimed to offer a golden opportunity and invited Sinan to an adventure.

The man said that he trusted Sinan's architectural knowledge to find a lost treasure. The treasure was hidden in the secret chambers of an ancient temple, and Sinan was supposed to find it. Excitedly accepting the offer, Sinan followed the mysterious man.

The old temple was decayed and ruined, but Sinan, using his architectural genius, discovered hidden passages. After a long and perilous search, they finally found the treasure chamber. It was a room filled with gold and precious stones reflecting the light.

Sinan was in awe of the majestic architectural details but didn't want to leave the room without noticing the treasure. This temple, which served as an inspiration for his magnificent works, was a unique experience for him.

YUNUS

"ArchItectural Legacy: The MajestIc Journey of Mimar Sinan"

Finally, Sinan left the temple, leaving the treasure behind. This experience reminded him that architectural art was not merely about material values. The real treasure was where creativity and aesthetics converged. After this journey, Mimar Sinan found inspiration to build even greater works and adorned Istanbul with its most magnificent structures. Leaving the treasure chamber, Mimar Sinan felt even more passionate. He returned to Istanbul to unleash his creative energy. As he wandered the streets of the Ottoman Empire's capital, he began to seek new opportunities to create architectural wonders. 

One day, he discovered a land right on the edge of the sea in Sarayburnu. When Sinan saw this magnificent view, he was filled with the idea of building a palace. He envisioned a structure rising from the sea, a palace that truly commanded the waters.

Sinan began his work to turn his dreams into reality. He laid the foundations of the palace, located on a bridge extending towards the sea. With its domes, arches, and graceful details, the palace was a reflection of his architectural genius.

After years of hard work and meticulous efforts, Mimar Sinan's envisioned palace was completed. Its magnificent structure rising above the sea enchanted people. The palace was an expression of architectural excellence and art.

Mimar Sinan carried the excitement and enthusiasm he felt while constructing this palace into his other projects as well. He built magnificent mosques, madrasas, and baths throughout the Ottoman Empire. Each of his works was created with a desire to surpass himself.

Mimar Sinan's unique works have been admirably preserved to this day, continuing to offer beauty to people all around the world. His legacy will forever serve as an inspiration in the world of architecture, and his name will never be forgotten.

IRMAK

ZEYNEP

ROOTED DREAMS

Even though the midday sun was high in the sky, the architect had been up all morning watching the work on the location of the new building in the square. But there was one fact. There was an almost 50-year-old tree on the site of the building to be erected. This disturbed not only the architect but almost all the locals. The architect could not stay silent any longer and went to the officials to intervene. 

He went to the people who were doing research in the field;

-He said: -Good luck, my sons

-Thanks, Uncle . Be careful you don't fall.

-I won't fall, but will you remove this tree?

-Yes, Uncle Bey, it's necessary.

 -But this tree is so many years old, it's a shame.

-Okay, Uncle Bey, okay. He said and took the architect out of the area.

 Angered by this situation, Mimar wrote a petition to complain about this situation with the support of the public. He forwarded this petition to the authorized institutions. Although how many months had passed since he submitted the petition, there was neither news nor a study. In fact, this situation was good news in a good way. Eventually the work had stopped. This was also a news that would make the people happy. 

At the end of the months, the architect's house was crowded with a large group of officials and they knocked on the door of the architect's house. When the architect opened the door, seeing so many people in front of him made him both curious and uneasy. The architect hospitably welcomed the authorities inside and hosted them. 

The architect was embarrassed, excited and proud at what the official said;

-We had already received your request on the very first day. One of our employees told us that he was following you closely. Your work is admirable. You must excuse our authorities. Actually, we were going to ask you to be the architect of this project you objected to. He said

 Hearing this, the architect did not turn down their request and said that he would be the architect for this project. Hearing this, the authorities could not hide their excitement and went to work, satisfied with their agreement with the architect.

It was obvious that almost all the work had fallen on the architect. However, the architect did not utter a word of complaint, and it was obvious that he was doing this work in a very pleasant way. He took care of every detail of the project himself and did his best for a perfect work.

 It is a well-known fact that the good news was heard quickly, the fact that the tree, which has been in the middle of the square for many years, where children breathe in its trunk, which has become a symbol of the village, will not be demolished, has already put the people in a festive mood. On top of that, the fact that an architect was involved was also good news. The architect was highly respected in the village, well-intentioned and well-deserving of his role as the "

The architect set to work on the new project. There were only two options: either a library or a mosque. He went out right after the morning prayer to scout around.  

 He already had a place in mind, but as he was thinking about whether it was suitable or not, he realized that he had come so far that he was outside the village. Since the place he wanted to go was already outside the village, he didn't mind much, but his attention was drawn to Leyla, a young girl he recognized, sitting on the edge. She was looking at the book in her hand with the cover open.

 Man" loved by the people.

Since it was a remarkable sight, the architect decided to approach her. As he got closer, the details of the image he saw caused the architect to frown. Because the pages of the book he was holding were wet. But this wetness was not water but tears. And as he got closer, the architect could clearly see that the girl's body was shaking a little. 

 Unable to remain indifferent to this situation, the architect squatted next to the girl and put his hand on her shoulder. He started a dialog with the girl to ask and learn about her condition;

-Why did those beady eyes turn into a waterfall? Tell me.

-Didn't you hear what happened, Grandpa Sinan? My father was against me studying at home. He left me on the street. He said you can only come to this house without what you have. I'm in my exam year, grandpa. Help me.

Hearing these words, the architect's thoughts were already starting to fall into place one by one. Leyla's house was near the exit of the village. Just like the land the architect had in mind in the first place. The architect, who normally only went out for reconnaissance, decided to skip even touring the land, rolled up his sleeves and decided to speed things up. After writing an informative letter to the authorities, the architect started to draw the drawings for the library.

 It took him a month to create a well-thought-out library project. Although it would normally take longer, Leyla's situation had affected the architect and this was reason enough for him to speed up his work.

Three or four months after submitting the architectural design to the authorities, the library was almost finished. To prevent this from dragging on any longer, the architect stayed on top of the work at all stages and added things to the details of the library that would be useful to Leyla.

When this is the case, Leyla has found a place where she can work even though she has five or six months left for her exam; The people of the village had survived the cutting of their rooted trees for years.

Everything, everyone was living happily in the place where they should be.