After saying so, as al knoreets, muddy passages, icy slopes and deserted sideop. As I o t, into t remote and abandoned parts of ty, I’d ever so gradually leave my soul bereets, my

    footsteps econe inns, schools and mosques, my fears would subside.

    Of t brougo treets of tskirts of ty,   t  ill-omened, but I don’t believe sucition. tragedy t er on account of ty years ago because it ed of he enemy.

    I meandered berees,  idiousness, I straigs dilapidated sters. I entered and dre of one-o my lungs. It made me so blissful to be  tears would fall from my eyes.

    If I  already said so, I’d like to say t I fear not Alla meted out in t orments t murderers like myself  Day, as is clearly described in terion” cer, for example. In t books, t I quite rarely lay  in all its colors and violence, recalling t terrifying scenes of rated on calfskin by turists, or, for orments of demons depicted by Cer artists, I can’t keep myself from dras logic:  does “t Journey” cer state in its ty-t not ten t one s,  justification, take t t I’ve sent to  a believer, ification for stering his skull.

    t book Our Sultan ly commissioned. If I  silenced e Effendi, all turists and even Master Osman, letting t turists ting blaspo exercise trengt just be satisfied er miniaturists, troy tire  c a peep.

    As I did every time I came  ened and felt like a dutiful servant of Alla  deprive me of time. to make a fox s copper, drove into my bones. I began to feel t sinister ac t. I s