Gaye Ozpinar was born and raised in Bursa, Turkey. She studied political science at Brandeis University and obtained a J.D. from Suffolk University Law School. She has been practicing immigration law in Boston since 2006. Ozpinar has volunteered her legal services to assist many asylum seekers from around the world, including survivors of the Rwandan Genocide.
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Beautiful, just beautiful.
May your pen rest green forever, Ozpinar!
Hudavendigar is the Turkish for the Persian word Khodavandegar meaning God the Creator .
So many Turkish words in our Armenian language and so many Persian words copied and Turkisised by the Turks who had no proper vocabulary and alphabet until their migration from East Asia and Mongolia towards West , where they learned so much from Persians in Iran .
Thank you for the beautiful poem. My father’s village was next to Iznik lake and across the same lake from Soloz. The children of the village of KERAMET referred to Vartavar as Churpoteek and would go from house to house getting doused with water and happily returning to their homes afterward. All of the Kerametzi women raised silk worms. For more about the village of KERAMET i recommend the book I wrote of my father’s life: “Deli Sarkis: The Scars He Carried.” We the descendants of the Kerametzis thank you Ms. Ozpinar for your heartfelt poem.
Dear Mrs. Chestnut I read your book “Deli Sarkis: The Scars He Carried” before I wrote this poem. I was extremely touched and inspired by your father’s story. I had tried to contact you by sending you a message through the book’s website, but every time I tried the site failed. I had also written a note to the editor letting him know that I was inspired to write the poem after reading your book “Deli Sarkis” with the hopes of getting in touch.
Beautiful, just beautiful.
May your pen rest green forever, Ozpinar!
Hudavendigar is the Turkish for the Persian word Khodavandegar meaning God the Creator .
So many Turkish words in our Armenian language and so many Persian words copied and Turkisised by the Turks who had no proper vocabulary and alphabet until their migration from East Asia and Mongolia towards West , where they learned so much from Persians in Iran .
Thank you for the beautiful poem. My father’s village was next to Iznik lake and across the same lake from Soloz. The children of the village of KERAMET referred to Vartavar as Churpoteek and would go from house to house getting doused with water and happily returning to their homes afterward. All of the Kerametzi women raised silk worms. For more about the village of KERAMET i recommend the book I wrote of my father’s life: “Deli Sarkis: The Scars He Carried.” We the descendants of the Kerametzis thank you Ms. Ozpinar for your heartfelt poem.
Dear Mrs. Chestnut I read your book “Deli Sarkis: The Scars He Carried” before I wrote this poem. I was extremely touched and inspired by your father’s story. I had tried to contact you by sending you a message through the book’s website, but every time I tried the site failed. I had also written a note to the editor letting him know that I was inspired to write the poem after reading your book “Deli Sarkis” with the hopes of getting in touch.