Turkish nuance
Your mother’s tone, not a translation
Our AI is fluent in Turkish idiom, humour, and rhythm. Your mother’s way of talking — her phrases, her feeling — stays recognisable on the page. Works the same in English for mixed families.
A voice memoir · for Turkish & English-speaking families
Their voices,
in a book that lasts.
Send a voice note. AI writes it as a page, designs the book, prints it. Every page has a QR code — scan it, hear them speak.
“Years from now, the page still speaks.”
Free to start • No credit card required
Dedication
For my dear mother and father, with all the love I cannot always put into words.
Chapter 01 · Family
A greeting sent to those far away
Those of us who could be there that day gathered together. Family doesn't always manage to be in the same place — some are kept away by work, by distance, by life abroad.
We took this photograph for them. For the ones who were elsewhere — in other countries, other cities, other lives. A way of saying: we are here, we are well, we are thinking of you.
A photograph can work like a letter sometimes. We smile here so they can see it there, and feel — just for a moment — a little closer to home.
— 1 —
Every family has memories — bittersweet, joyful, or heartbreaking — worth keeping.
Create your book — freePrinted as a real book
QR code on every page
Turkish & English
A look inside
Every page carries their voice
Winter · 2018
That snowy day
The city had decided to go quiet that day. But we kept talking — walking through snowy streets, hands buried in our pockets.
Then I took out my phone. "Let's take a selfie," I said. She laughed. It wasn't planned at all — but the best moments never are.
Every time I look at that photograph, I remember the warmth of it, not the cold.
— 2018
Voice RecordingHear this memory →
Bera & Efe · growing up fast
Wait, which one is which?
Same curly hair. Same vehicle shirt. Same crooked smile aimed straight at the camera. You'd think we planned it.
We didn't. That's just Bera and Efe.
We put these photos side by side so the family could see how fast they're growing — and somehow ended up with the best puzzle we've ever made. Every single person asks the same thing first.
— 11 —
Father's garden · Eid visit
Father's Home · Holiday
A breath outside the city
There's no garden like this in the city. No rush, no noise — just greenery and shade.
Sprawling out in your father's garden does something to you. You slow down without even noticing.
Days like this don't need a special occasion to be worth keeping. That's exactly why we write them down.
— 17 —
Şanlıurfa · Balıklıgöl
She finally made it
The sacred carp pool on a clear summer morning. She had wanted to come here for years.
We didn't rush. She walked the whole perimeter, stopped wherever she felt like it.
Some visits are just for her.
— 19 —
Winter · 2018
That snowy day
The city had decided to go quiet that day. But we kept talking — walking through snowy streets, hands buried in our pockets.
Then I took out my phone. "Let's take a selfie," I said. She laughed. It wasn't planned at all — but the best moments never are.
Every time I look at that photograph, I remember the warmth of it, not the cold.
— 2018
Voice RecordingHear this memory →
Bera & Efe · growing up fast
Wait, which one is which?
Same curly hair. Same vehicle shirt. Same crooked smile aimed straight at the camera. You'd think we planned it.
We didn't. That's just Bera and Efe.
We put these photos side by side so the family could see how fast they're growing — and somehow ended up with the best puzzle we've ever made. Every single person asks the same thing first.
— 11 —
Father's garden · Eid visit
Father's Home · Holiday
A breath outside the city
There's no garden like this in the city. No rush, no noise — just greenery and shade.
Sprawling out in your father's garden does something to you. You slow down without even noticing.
Days like this don't need a special occasion to be worth keeping. That's exactly why we write them down.
— 17 —
Şanlıurfa · Balıklıgöl
She finally made it
The sacred carp pool on a clear summer morning. She had wanted to come here for years.
We didn't rush. She walked the whole perimeter, stopped wherever she felt like it.
Some visits are just for her.
— 19 —
HOW LISMIL BEGAN
A personal note
My children are still young. And we live abroad. I don't want to lose my parents' voices.
Thirty years ago families gathered at the dinner table and the elders would tell grandchildren their lives in their own voices — it passed down naturally. I can't give my children that same chance. I want to keep their grandmothers' and grandfathers' voices, stories, and tones somewhere, so years from now they can still hear them.
"You have cameras, you have video — why a book?" I asked myself too. But searching through thousands of photos on a phone for "January 2023, Grandpa telling a story" is not something anyone actually does. It doesn't open, it doesn't get found, it gets lost. That's why Lismil is a book. You open the page, read the story, scan the QR — Grandpa's voice plays. The memory you were looking for, in your hand in three seconds.
The same goes for the lovely stories told at the family table. Everyone laughs, cries, forgets. By the next gathering nobody remembers. In Lismil, a voice note becomes a page in the book. Mom, dad, grandmother, grandchild — anyone can contribute. One book, many voices, a shared memory.
I started this for my own children — while there was still time.
I say that with a quiet sadness. For some families it may feel late — but a photograph, a story written down, an old letter scanned into a page still reaches another generation. Start with whatever you have.
— Bünyamin, founder
How it works
Three steps to a book that lives forever
1📸
Snap a photo or tap a tag
Take a photo, pick a quick tag, or type a few words — AI handles the rest. No writing skills needed.
2✦
AI writes the story
AI turns your words into a beautifully written memory, in the right tone for your book.
3📖
Watch your book grow
Every entry adds a page instantly. Print anytime — every page has a QR that plays your voice.
WHY LISMIL
Built differently
What we care about — quietly and on purpose.
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