Solstice

He was about to close the door, but something pulled him in and he wanted to go in and take a look. When he stepped inside, he groped for the lamp switch. Since he knew where it was, he found it easily and turned on the lamp. As soon as he lit it, he froze in place, unable to move. He wanted to turn back and leave, but he couldn't direct his will. Sudden attacks of emotion would make his ears ring, his ears were ringing. He couldn't take any action, it was as if his feet were shackled.

His eyes were fixed on the point he was looking at, he could not turn his head. He wanted what he saw to be an illusion.
When Bahtiyar Hodja goes to the morning adhan, he finds a woman's body in the gasilhane. Cemre, who came to celebrate the day of death, is lying in your corner
above. A notebook emerges that describes the inner pains that call to the abyss.

Black spaces. Brief happiness. Long and kept memories. Secrets that scare and shame. Kerim Özcan tells about the loss that descended into the mosque courtyard, what was ignored, the pain left over from years and years ago. Solstice comes with painful words one by one. A new author, a strong first novel. From life to life...