Like a Sword Wound

Strangely enough, seeing the first signs of the collapse of the empire and feeling an anxious distress reminiscent of old age coincided with the return of the Sultan. Perhaps, if his ex-wife had not come back, the empire would have been destroyed. He would not see his collapse so quickly. She walked around the mansion in her long nightgown until the morning, went out to the garden to cool off a little, and discovered that pain was of many kinds; Being abandoned and missing created different pains. The pain of losing was not the same as the pain of not being able to reunite; When his wife left him, his grief at not being able to see her again was mixed with his hurt pride and the feeling of humiliation created by the eyes looking at him with mocking glances. Now, when I was missing, the suffering was naked and pure, and therefore more shocking; His only consolation was knowing that this would not last as long as the first pain. "If you love, you feel it," he said to Osman, and he said it in such a way that Osman understood what he meant; Osman learned from this strange, meaningless sentence that a true love never ends, never dies, never disappears even if it decreases. Hikmet Bey, who inherited the same pain from his father, wrote about his feelings more literary in his memoirs before his death, partly with the influence of his literary friends: "True love is like a sword wound, even if the wound closes, its scar remains."

Number of Pages: 352

First Printing Year: 2013

Number of Prints : 3rd Edition

Size : 13.5x19.5

Language : Turkish