Höbek Sun - Shah Ismail

«And at night the frosty steed's hooves cannot find the ground Among the dead that cover the soil of Çaldiran. While the sun was covering his face and the earth was sucking and licking his blood, the victorious Hunkar's chest swelled like the gluttonous earth. Those who had lost their language, religion and color were a single people lying on the ground, scattered in all corners in pieces. The dead, dead, dead, fallen to the ground in their homeland and coming from far away... Many masked warriors among the dead. Dead people whose helmets have fallen to one side and their long hair is stained with blood... The Hunkar said. Masks were removed. They looked at the women lying in the ground next to their men. They were moon-faced Qizilbash women who were shining into the night. They fought and were happy warriors who fell into apparent defeat. Women with the hilts of their swords in their palms, their swords in their arms separated from their bodies... It became obvious to everyone that they took a female, they came from afar and defended their homeland, they stole swords and stayed in these lands.

The Hunkar paused for a moment. He stared at them, the women lying on the ground... He looked at the happy dead women for a while, with amazement and appreciation. And then “Bury these women with ceremony! Do not be deficient in respect!” He decreed: »

(From the Promotional Bulletin)