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First You, Then You
(An Akshamsaddin Novel)

• Hatice Kübra İpek
First you, then you
You are like a dream that penetrates deep into
me, O beloved…

The clouds carry love from borders to borders,
The glad tidings of conquest are heard on the
horizon. The veil of longing is being drawn
between I and Istanbul, The paper ships I fold
carry hope to the docks full of good news...
It opens colorful hopes like a rainbow in my
soul with you, I am waiting patiently, because
this longing is surviving in me. It’s like a fairy
tale and dream drawn to my heart from words
and verses, Every particle of my heart bears its
name on the impenetrable walls… With every
breath, I want to shout my love to you as it co-
mes from my heart, Either I have to take you
or you understand me now. The sentences get
stuck in my throat as I look at you, First you,
then you You are like a dream that penetrates
deep into me, beloved...

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What’s Left of You
(A Khwarizmi Novel)

• Hatice Kübra İpek
I am the mysterious king of vain lands... I am
the sultan of longing hearts... I am the exile of
longings which hungry for peace... I am the
addressing language of gloom... I am the rep-
resentative of the helpless, the companion of
the lost, the last wish of those who are waiting
for death, the night of those who cannot be
reunited, and the wingless messenger named
after the conversation... Who am I? I am the
one who never says “I am”, who can be said at
once, and who makes a metaphor every time it
is said. Who am I? Carrying age-old longings
in his chest. Removing lifetime destructions
on his back. I am the language of reproach at
the end of every dead end. Who am I? I am the
rain of dry hearts, I am the sigh of the lands of
heedlessness. Reproach of the devastated and
distraught. I am haunted by the accused. Who
am I? You will never understand me without
knowing me... Now listen... I will tell you the
real me.
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9786057916235 Imported Paper
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