The Voice of Taksim #26

She stands in the middle of Istiklal Street—flags waving, smoke rising, chants echoing through narrow alleys. Her scarf wraps tightly around her face, not to hide fear—but to shield against gas and fire. In one hand, she holds a tulip—the flower of resistance—and in the other, a sign that reads: “Özgürlük Susmaz” (Freedom Doesn’t Go Quietly). She’s not alone. Around her, students, teachers, workers, artists—a living mosaic of courage. They chant not to incite, but to defend dignity, democracy, and dreams. The sky is heavy, but their resolve is brighter than any spotlight.