“A gift for you, dearest Shahrzad.” “Thank you, Musa-effendi.” What an odd gift. “Keep it with you always. It is a very special carpet. When you are lost, it will help you find your way,” he said, with a knowing glint in his eyes. Shahrzad took the parcel and held it against her chest. Musa reached over and placed his warm palm on her cheek. “Let it take you where your heart longs to be.”
