Forty Songs of the Nightingale-Midi Size

Greetings, it is as sincere as the reunion of sweet lips, of course it is for him. Longings that are as burning as the voices of lovers, of course it belongs to him. Praises, words of longing, longings and desires, long like the hair of lovers, are for him, always for him, always for him. He is the rose, he is the beloved, all obligations belong to him. While humanity was roasting curses with flames in the desert, and the wave of breaths ignited by the atrocities as it crashed into the red rocks in the middle of the day, an angel remembered his name. Words were still orphans, love was doomed to dagger thrusts. Blood was dripping from the rosebuds to the rose gardens, and murders were being committed in the dream range of the cottonbugs; Fathers were burying their daughters alive in the ground. There was always the same emptiness in the hearts that turned into the headquarters of insanity, and innocent butterflies were crucified, just because they were innocent... Time was such a time, place was such a place... While the Ebrahe's elephants were left orphaned in their mother's womb, while the elephants were blackened. However, a swallow had embraced the wall of the Kaaba, screaming… Then a poet opened his arms and shouted: “What is approaching is approaching! It blossomed into a rose and oaths were sworn to its life. When the rose bloomed, it carried the rivers of joy of humanity, and the world felt like a world for the first time. A nightingale burned for the sake of the rose and was stained with blood from burning. He was telling: It must have been a time when the beauty of the rose had not seen a rose like that rose. The life story of our Prophet... From the powerful pen of Iskender Pala... (From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2nd Dough

Media Type: CepBoy

Number of Pages: 590

Size: 11x18

Number of Printings: 1st Printing

First Printing Year: 2017