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The next twenty five years are a kaleidoscope of events.
During their first year together, one evening, Zeynel and Ayse find themselves at the front porch of her house. They are seated together, silent, but they don’t need too many words to understand what they are about to face: the possibility of failure.
Ayse sighs. “I’m trying so hard to make this work. It’s not… it’s not as easy as I thought.”
Zeynel looks down. His face is a portrait of quiet disappointment. He says, “Me too. I’m sorry to have let you down, Ayse.”
She turns to him, brows furrowed. “No, no. It’s my fault. I should have done more.”
He stops her before she can continue. “Please, don’t. If I fail the test again, I don’t mind if you choose someone else instead… someone better that you deserve. I can go back to being an imam. It’s okay. I don’t want to hold you back.” He pauses, looking at Ayse. With a sadness that underscores the seriousness of his next few words, he says, “But you must… you have to let me go.”
A few months later, the deCordoba family has returned. Efraim is pleased. His grey-blue eyes are brimming with happiness, the kind that one feels when something they once feared turns out to be nothing feared at all. With a smile that barely suppresses his relief, he tells Zeynel, “I’m surprised. I was wrong. You belong to this life afterall. I must do as I promised, and leave you be to flourish, my son.”
During their first year together, one evening, Zeynel and Ayse find themselves at the front porch of her house. They are seated together, silent, but they don’t need too many words to understand what they are about to face: the possibility of failure.
Ayse sighs. “I’m trying so hard to make this work. It’s not… it’s not as easy as I thought.”
Zeynel looks down. His face is a portrait of quiet disappointment. He says, “Me too. I’m sorry to have let you down, Ayse.”
She turns to him, brows furrowed. “No, no. It’s my fault. I should have done more.”
He stops her before she can continue. “Please, don’t. If I fail the test again, I don’t mind if you choose someone else instead… someone better that you deserve. I can go back to being an imam. It’s okay. I don’t want to hold you back.” He pauses, looking at Ayse. With a sadness that underscores the seriousness of his next few words, he says, “But you must… you have to let me go.”
A few months later, the deCordoba family has returned. Efraim is pleased. His grey-blue eyes are brimming with happiness, the kind that one feels when something they once feared turns out to be nothing feared at all. With a smile that barely suppresses his relief, he tells Zeynel, “I’m surprised. I was wrong. You belong to this life afterall. I must do as I promised, and leave you be to flourish, my son.”
