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320 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2001
Their heartbeats harmonize with each other. And their breathing.
Every now and then, distracted, they look at each other for a moment instead of at the sky. They cannot keep their yearning eyes from the impetuosity they see then, but hands, they restrain the hands. Never touching, is the promise they have made, the promise that makes it possible for them to come together like this every night. For years. To love each other this way. Without a blemish.
'...for it had never been Allah's intention that a flower and a bird should mate. Although she trembled at the nightingale's song, her petals remained forever closed.'
They sit together and recite poems and stories to compensate for all the needs they cannot fulfill. They sit together until prayer at dawn, when Esma gives Süleyman a handkerchief full of the most delectable Turkish fruit.
Unable to distance herself from her mother-in-law, who had detached herself from her body and was pacing back and forth in the room directly above hers, Kamile took refuge in books. She devoured words until she couldn't take more in, until she could no longer keep her eyes open, locked in the realm of fictional dreams.
'No love is as great as the love of Allah, my child.'