City surrounded by three bodies of water.

City surrounded by three bodies of water.

Istanbul, a place like no other, is a city you wouldn't wake up by the sound of your alarm bell ringing but by the daily wake up call which is made up of the jostling calls and shouts of people already awake before other neighboring nations. These shouts aren't just made by a few or not too many but by an inhabitant who shouts at their top of their lungs to reach a message across the few hundred others doing exactly the same thing. And if that didn't wake you up, then the sound created by inhabitants shouting at their top of their lungs would endure the pleasure of ripping through the walls of tightly built together apartments, to roar you awake. If ever the sound of these busy roads, streets, and allies die. Then the sound of the blissfully splashing waves onto concrete (designed to make as much room possible) overrides the sound you usually hear. These waves aren't just ordinary waves. These waves come from all three bodies of water (Sea of Marmara, Bosphorus, and Golden Horn) interlocked to give Istanbul its unique scenery.

As your eyes dash about, there is no excuse to miss the magnificent views of Mosques. These evident Mosques dominate the city from every perspective hence are thickly built into the city, varying in size from block to block. A few footsteps away are where the majority of Istanbul inhabitants worship their Gods and followers of the Islamic faith. The entrances of Sultanahmet (The big mosque), Suleymaniye (the Magnificent), Eyup, Fatih (the Conqueror) and many others are crowded by the religious and peaceful people five times a day.

But underneath the layer of peacefully gay (not subverting Istanbul in a homosexual way) filled people there are as much as there are undiscovered territories of evil that lurks in squirming holes and tunnels, stalking out of drainpipes and cracks of secluded unnoticeable locations, they roam the underground from inch to inch with possessions even money can't buy.

Every inhabitant holds the responsibility of molding tomorrows Istanbul today. Though tomorrows Istanbul will only be justified after the very last minute touch ups from the sweet dreaming inhabitants waiting to wake up to the sounds of another wake up call neighboring snoring nations.