Deneyimsel Tasarım Öğretisi

Selbst die Spitze des Stifts wollte nicht mehr schreiben. Wenn der Stift sich nicht über das Papier bewegen wollte, wie sollte Arif dann schreiben? Das Blatt vor ihm war voller Zahlen. Plus, Minus, Divisionen, Multiplikationen… „Was soll ich nur tun, wie komme ich da wieder raus?!“, dachte Arif. Eine Weile betrachtete er die Seiten in seiner Hand. Es gab so viele Unstimmigkeiten, dass es mit einer bereits vollgeschriebenen Seite ohnehin nicht zu lösen war. Er musste von vorne anfangen. Ein leeres Blatt und ein gespitzter Stift waren nötig. Am wichtigsten aber: ein erfahrener Blick von außen. Er hatte ein großes Problem. Er stand kurz vor der Hochzeit. Sie hatten die Absicht, in allen Zeiten füreinander da zu sein und sich gegenseitig zum Guten zu führen. Ja, das war ein Geschenk für sie. Aber nachdem sie eine Wohnung gemietet, einen Hochzeitssaal gebucht, ein Brautkleid gekauft und ein Wohnzimmer-Set angeschafft hatten, war das gesamte Ersparte aufgebraucht. Arif versuchte, eine Lösung...

Depuis son enfance, Lisa avait l'habitude d’écrire chaque soir dans son journal. Parfois, elle écrivait quelques phrases, parfois de longs pavés. Parfois, c'était comme une prise de notes et parfois elle s'épanchait. C'était l'une de ces nuits où elle était fatigué mais écrivait avec espoir : "J'ai toujours aimé marcher, regarder ce qui m'entoure en marchant. Je marche dans des endroits différents à chaque fois. Aujourd'hui, je suis arrivé dans un parc avec un sentier de promenade, des arbres verdoyants et des fleurs sur les côtés du sentier. Lorsque les fleurs ont sentis la chaleur, elles ont commencés à pousser partout. Alors que je terminais ma promenade, j'ai décidé de cueillir une fleur rose et de l'emporter chez moi. Des abeilles planaient sur certaines fleurs, j'en ai donc cueilli une avec précaution, je l'ai examinée et j'ai repris le chemin pour la maison.  Je me suis dit que les abeilles devaient aussi avoir de bons goû...

She was watching an interview video on the phone. The man doing the interview was asking the same question to all the people. "What are you most curious about in this world?" The answers were interesting and different from each other. One was curious about space, while another underwater. Men were curious about women, women were curious about men. There were people wondering how to make money, and also the ones wondering how to spend money. Someone said, "I wonder about people. Why do they walk, or talk? Why do they wonder about things they don't need? I would like to understand why this is so." After the video she watched ended, she looked at the time. The hour was late, and the day ended before she could complete the work she had to do. She was watching videos online, but she felt like she was out of control. She wrote "How to get rid of internet addiction?" There were those who said dopamine detox should be done. Some experts were saying that a limi...

  أنا أجمّل حياتك، بينما تضفي أنت   القوة على حياتي. أنا أُطعمك، أُلبسك،وأقوم بتربيتك، وأنت بدورك تضفي البهجة لمنزلي.   أعتني بك إن مرضت، وأنت تُنقل إليّ تجاربك. و كأن لسان حاله يقول هذا كل   يوم، وإن لم يُصرّح بكل ذلك لمن أمامه، إلا أنه في الحقيقة «بين أخذ وعطاء متبادل » هكذا هي حياتنا. فمن من الناس يدخل صفقةً لا ربح فيها؟!. بل لم   يُقّدّم   الواحد منّا ماله وممتلكاته، أو روحه، أو زوجه، أو فلذة كبده؟   ما الذي دفع إبراهيم لاتخاذ قرار التضحية بابنه الذي يحبّه حباً عظيماً؟ هل كانت صفقته رابحة؟ هل كان إسماعيل يستحق أن يُقايَض عليه؟ هل يكفي وعدٌ يُقال لتجعله ممسكاً السّكين بيده ؟! إذا كان الثمن هو رضا الله.. فمن ذا الذي لا يُمسك بتلك السكين؟ ومن ذا الذي لا يستلقي   تحتها بشجاعة؟ ومن ذا الذي   يرى ذاته   أثمن من أن يُضحّى بها؟   فالأضحية ليست مجرد أضحية وحسب. كان إبراهيم سيُضحّي بابنه، وكان إسماعيل سيُضحّي بنفسه. كما يُضحّي أهل غزة بأحبّائهم، بصبرٍ وشكر، وكأنهم يُعيدون الأمانة   لمالك كل...

Uçsuz bucaksız bir ormanda, birbirinden farklı ağaçların göğe uzandığı bir yerde, her ağacın kendi kuşu vardı. Meşenin dallarında sabırlı baykuşlar yaşar, incir ağacına düşkün serçeler konar, çam ağaçlarında ise rüzgârla dans eden saka kuşları öterdi. Her kuş, doğasıyla uyumlu ağacı seçmiş, yuvasını orada kurmuştu. Çünkü kuş bilirdi: Yuvasını yanlış dala kurarsa, ne rüzgârla baş edebilirdi ne de açlıkla. Ormanın kıyısında ise başka bir kuş yaşardı. Adı Rava idi. Rava, ne tam anlamıyla bir saka kuşuydu, ne de serçe. O bir İspinozdu. Kanatları biraz parlak renkte, ötüşü biraz farklıydı. Farklı olmaktan gurur duyardı ama bu farklılık ona bir huzur değil, sürekli bir arayış veriyordu. Her sabah başka bir ağaca uçar, "Belki bu sefer bulurum" derdi. Parkları bahçeleri severdi. Ama yaşamın hareketli olduğu yerlerde de kendine bir yuva kuramadı. Sonra da bir ormana bir şehre doğru uçup kendine bir dal aradı.  Bir gün meşe ağacına kondu. Oradaki baykuş ona şöyle dedi: "Biz burada...

Polat called Hale last night and easily convinced her to go out for dinner with him, which surprised even him. Hale was usually very cautious and didn't like going out in the evenings. Polat looked into Hale's eyes for a long time and said, “What’s this beauty? There’s something different about you.” “Yes, the scent of an orange peel on the metro reminded me how much I miss my home, my mother, my hometown, and my childhood. It felt like it brought all of them back to me.” Hale missed it all deeply: the peace and happiness of her childhood memories and her family, who saw her, respected her, and acknowledged her presence. Now, in the big city, everything was too fast and ever-changing. People were like Russian nesting dolls, constantly transforming into something new. “This transformation terrifies me; the speed takes my breath away,” Hale said. Polat, on the other hand, was in love with this speed. Being able to drive fast in traffic with the attention of a battlefield ...

  This is the story of Abraham… This is the story where Abraham turns his sacrifice into good news… It is the struggle he has to give up, and is the story of the reward after giving up... One is the father whose test is to sacrifice his child, And to keep his promise. The other is the child whose test is to give himself up, Knowing who and why he gives himself up. He is Ishmael, the name of surrender…   People have the moments when the chips are down, With his wife, With his child, With his job... When he feels pressured, when he is in difficulty... Let the story of Abraham come to your mind.   What was it? Who was the Ishmael that people could not give up in their life? One should say, “Which Ishmael would I give up and be one of the better ones?” Their social media account, Or long sleep that they could not give up, Coffee that they said, “I cannot help drinking it as soon as I wake up!” Maybe their salvation from the excess...

أب لولدين وبنت... ربما سيفهمني   الآباء فقط ...   في كل عام، وكصباح كيوم الأحد هذا ، فجأة عندما توضع   في يدك   الهدية، وتحاول لملمة ذاكرتك متسائلاً : "هل اليوم عيد ميلادي؟"، في تلك اللحظة بالذات، ينقض عليك أفراد العائلة قائلين: "عيد أب سعيد !". نحن الآباء...   هذا العام كان مختلفًا بالنسبة إلينا ..   ولا يمكنني إلّا أن أحدّثكم عنه ...   هذا العام، لا يكفي شكر أبٍ واحد...   لقد جاء ذلك اليوم في توقيت خاص...   وكانت الهدية التي جاء بها ذلك اليوم، هدية لا تُقدّر بثمن...   هدية تستحق الحمد...   هدية من عند الله، بمناسبة عيد الأب...   هدية مغلفة بالنور...   في داخلها دموع أمّنا هاجر...   وهي تسلّم ابنها لأبيه...   في داخلها تضحية سيدنا إبراهيم...   وهو يسير باكيًا مع ابنه وسط الغابة نحو الموعد المحدد...   في داخلها دعاء سيدنا إسماعيل...   وهو يواسي أباه قائلاً: "لا تخف يا أبي!"...   وفي داخلها   عظمة   سورة "الصافات" .....