Istanbul

O Istanbul is the dreamland of my youth. The city where I dream of pink dreams under a deep blue sky.

I'm crazy about smelling you, I walk around admiring your smell.

You have buried thousands of mysteries in the mysterious city of unknowns and lost mystery to your land.

While the eyes still see you, you have seen lovers in distant lands who have never met like love songs burned with longing in their name

While Asaf Pasha was writing the poem about Istanbul in his notebook, he was waiting for the time to meet in the silence of the night.

On the evening of the day he came from the palace, when he read the note on the compass brought by the messenger to the mansion indicating that there was a meeting tonight, there was a problem.

This breathtaking feeling was the work of a mysterious thought of half excitement half fear

When the butler, who called out "Mr. Asaf", clicked on the door, he suddenly got into a panic.

Tell the housekeeper, who was looking at him at the door with anxious eyes, saying, "Tell me, Celil Effendi, at this hour of the night, you would never come to my study."

She said "come"

The housekeeper Celil Efendi was bored and came to the front of the pasha's desk and waited for a while.

"Sir, we have guests downstairs, but I think they are strangers, they spoke no word other than this note they gave me," he handed the note in his hand to the Pasha.

Asaf Pasha immediately took the note handed by the steward and started to read it.

When he saw the seal under the note saying "Our guests will hide in you for a while," he jumped out of place and quickly descended the stairs of the mansion.

When he saw two people in one corner of the enormous hall, he turned to the guests and studied them in wonder who they were.

In one corner of the hall, the young male guest, who was quietly waiting for his host, turned towards Asaf Pasha and started to speak in perfect French.

Pasha understood from his accent that the young man was not a French.

During his long stay in France and England, the pasha, who learned the mother tongue of the two countries, would distinguish the people of these two countries at a glance.

The cold and distant attitude of the British, the exaggerated unnecessary polite attitude of the French were among the things that the pasha did not like but got used to in time.

After thoroughly examining the two young people who looked at him with anxious eyes, the anxious young man was relieved when he began to speak to his guests in French with a perfect accent.

He turned to the young girl who looked at themselves with fearful eyes next to him.

“Senyor is from us, Anna, calm down now”, the young girl got up from her abstaining seat and greeted the head of Asaf with respect.

Mr. Asaf greeted the young girl, smiling at the relaxed state of the young girl, who was obviously young.

He had feelings that he had never had before.

The voice flowing from his heart to his mind reminded the pasha the book of the secret of the secret mentioned by ibn arabi hz.

The information that the voice in him whispered violently to his ears had speeded up the rhythm of the pasha's heart and stopped his breath.

Asaf Pasha gave the youngsters the sign to sit down and coughed slightly, trying to regulate their breathing.

The young girl who looked at herself with timid and fearful eyes, who did not remain indifferent to the pasha's coughing as if she was choked, quickly handed the water that she filled to her interlocutor with a graceful filtering glass bottle on a coffee table made of walnut wood enriched with ottoman carvings.

Pasha knew that the water that went from his throat to his stomach while drinking the water was healing by feeling that the hands reaching him were a mysterious healer.

Even though the images of the world world changed, what is one in the universe and hidden by the reality that is not visible under the image, but the body was known not by the eye but by the feelings of the heart.

With the Pasha's cough, he pointed to the housekeeper, who was looking at him from the door of the hall with anxiety, as if nothing was wrong.

While the man disappeared with the same agility through the door, where he looked like a sparkle with the sign from his master, the Pasha gave his guests with concern.

He said, "You young people are hungry, let the cook prepare dinner," he turned to the door.

On the one hand while examining in your mind what happened tonight

She hesitated when she saw the housekeeper reappeared at the door of the big hall, where she stepped off saying "Miss Hacer is sleeping at this hour, I hope we will find something ready."

Surprising himself every time, this old man added a new one to his story, which once again kept the mystery that surprised the pasha.

He put his hand on the shoulder of the man he called by saying "Come, Jalil Effendi, come".

He turned to his guests, saying, "Let's find something to eat for the guests. I hope Mrs. Hacer left something in the kitchen."

French

He smiled, "Young people are a tradition for us, guests should eat before the conversation."

The Pasha had already had his blood warmed at the young man who smiled at him as if he understood his joke.

While Asaf Pasha was chatting in French with his guests, the old man in a calm voice whispered as if hiding something from the guests.

"Pasha; Hacer lady has already woken up and prepared a meal in the kitchen," he said.

Pasha, pleased with the situation, pointing to the dining table at the opposite corner of the hall.

"Let them bring them here, Celil Effendi," he turned to his guests again.