The baby, like the first, does not survive.

After the funeral, Zeynel, dressed in dark robes as Ayse is, sits down beside her. They both look tired, having had no time to care for themselves.

Zeynel quietly tells Ayse, “There’s no point hurting ourselves like this. We don’t have to do it again, if you wish. Honestly, I’m burnt out too.”


Zeynel wraps his arms around Ayse, gently pulling her to his chest.

“Anyway… we already have a ‘child’. Look, it’s right here. It’s our life, our hopes and dreams.”

He presses his lips on the top of her head. He lets the kiss linger. Breathing in. Quiet.

“And… and it’s the love we’ve built for each other.”