Yesterday morning I wandered through the Mevlana Museum, and honestly, it took my breath away. Once the lodge of the Mevlevi Order, the museum is centred around the mausoleum of Rumi (Mevlana), the 13th-century poet, mystic, and philosopher whose words still ripple across the world.
The room of Tombs, with their rows of beautifully adorned sarcophagi, felt both haunting and peaceful — a quiet reminder of the deep spirituality woven into this place. Standing there, surrounded by centuries of devotion, it felt less like a museum and more like stepping softly into history itself.
Lights at night