The year is 2087, Istanbul, the magnificent city of culture and progress, is still standing tall after two millenia. A lot has changed. I have memories there from before The Great Shift, but the times always change.
The year is 2073, Istanbul, the magnificent city of culture and progress, is still standing tall after two millenia. A lot has changed. I have memories there from before The Great Shift, but the times always change.
I remember walking down Istiklal street, having kebap with my uncle on one of his business trips.
Oh, what a day it was! Perhaps I should remember to visit on my next reverie...
The streets are still as beautiful as ever, bustling with the latest trends. The shops are filled with the unique and authentic styles, still true to their craft.
The vibrant youth full of promise, keen to take on the world
Ah, KaSifa, a sprightly and loving soul with the brightest of minds.
Always reading, always tactile. Still true to the old ways.
Her book in hand, she loved to walk back home to the suburbs, getting lost in the pages along the way.
And lost she would get...
…with every page she turns…
...with every word she read, imprinted in her mind thereafter.
It was something of magic, of revered focus, of Kha…
Finally home, KaSifa greets her father, a well-read and educated man - perhaps too well-read.
Al Salamu Alaikom KaSifa,
KaSifa was eager to catch the sunset on her pages,
And she sat in her favorite corner to start the book all over again,
to get lost all over again,
To focus, to find herself,
To transcend to the Kha…
Dinner was being served at the Demir abode.
With the fading of the sun, her journey into her imagination was halted by a knock.
I’ll tell you sometime about the time we met...
TO BE CONTINUED...