HALF FACE (Get lost into the parallel Time)

NIGHT and DAY

Those who divert their path,

Those who look, those who look and further see,

Those who see and ache for,

Those who ache and burn for,

My wish is to be one of them.

Zülfüleyfe started the day by waking up with full excitement. She had difficulty rising up from her bed. She couldn't get over the dream she saw but her soul wanted to go back to it anyway. She thought that the meaning of her dream might be hidden in the things her master told her.

Her helper Sariye entered the room while she was in the middle of these thoughts, approaching in her usual naïve manner. Her gaze was always friendly and compassionate, wrapping Zülfüleyfe with relief. Sariye softly came closer.

"Ma'am, is there a problem? I heard your voice and came immediately"

Zülfüleyfe felt the restlessness of Sariye who did not know what happened nor what she might have seen. With an uneasy voice, she said;

"I am fine, it was just a dream". She signed and continued slowly, whispering;

"It was more than a dream"

Sariye eyed nervously but brought a glass of water just to ease the situation helping her to straighten. She kept her silence. She became a voice for her friend. She patiently kept quiet and stood by her friend.

That day, Zülfüleyfe searched for her master all around the place. Her master actually was her father's master but looking at the time recently spend together; he has become solely Zülfüleyfe's master. Though seldom, they still met to exchange ideas. She thought, "maybe they are together".

She kept searching for her master throughout the following days but her master, Mihca has gone to another city with her father. Her father was the governor of that region and known as a strict person. She thought about the event, that is, the unnotified leave of her father and returned to her room busy with these thoughts.

She lived in a big mansion surrounded by huge walls. It was situated in a location with a full city view and full control of things happening around. It had a big garden, filled with various kinds of flowers.

Zülfüleyfe loved reading and researching. Maybe it was one of the few characteristics she has gotten from her father.

She stepped out to the wide balcony of her room with a full view of the city lights.

She loved watching the moon and drifting into thoughts while doing it. But that specific day, moon was situated at the back side of the mansion. But the weather was clear, enabling her to guess the brightness and the location of the moon by looking at the shadows cast on her front garden.

Sariye entered the room, making little sounds to let her friend know she was coming, not wanting to startle her. Their relation was more of a close friendship and confidentiality rather than servitude.

Despite this close relationship, Sariye still knew how to behave respectfully.

Sariye slightly put her head through the balcony door and said; "Ma'am do you want me to come? I do not wish to leave you alone in deep thoughts."

Zülfüleyfe was again lost among the far away stars. She shifted her beautiful eyes to her friend and said;

"You, the beautiful light of my loneliness!

You, the most shiny and close place in the horizon!

You, my best sided companion to my thoughts!"

Sariye was sorry for not replying to these meaningful and friendship intensive words in the same manner.

"You are also my closest" she answered shorty, not extending nor deepening the subject, only coupling her words with her look.

Zülfüleyfe knew and felt it very well. Sariye was her friend and although she wanted to reciprocate her nice discourse, she just was not able to.

To her; friendship was embedded not in the words but in people's behavior and feelings.

Sariye took one of the wooden chairs and sat next to her friend, asking;

"Where are you? What did you see that made you so thoughtful as you never have been? I know that your heart is far away. But now, it looks as though you are totally missing"

Zülfüleyfe stared at the table in front of her muttering, "Maybe you and I are both not here. Maybe this moment is not even real. Maybe I did not wake up that day".

Sariye's mind got further confused and thought that the dream must have been deeper than she imagined. Maybe her friend has blended the concepts since she was reading too much. It was as though night and day were mingled. She was dreaming while awake and living the day throughout her sleep. Her concept of time was completely misplaced.

She placed her hand on her friend's shoulder, "I hope your father would return soon".

"Yes, I hope my father returns but I really wish Mihca to return rather than my father."

Sariye was thoughtful when words flew out of her mouth "why your master rather than your father?"

"You are right, he is the one who would solve this mystery. He has the answers to your questions" she added while getting up.

"I brought your meal inside, don't stay here anymore, weather is getting cold."

"Fine, I am coming" she said, reaching out for her hand.

"When we go inside, would you please write down today's date to the last page of my notebook? I want to take notes on the things I have seen during these past few days. I might forget them, but I want my master to know them and I also want to keep them in my mind to re-think "

When they went inside, Sariye took the notebook and wrote 11 June 1537 in it with big letters.

She stayed with her friend until she finished her food and kept praying silently for her.

Zülfüleyfe's mood did not change in the days that followed. Sariye, who thought Zülfüleyfe was feeling better in some days, still mentioned about the situation to second helper, Ehzer.

But Ehzer did not have much an idea on these types of situations. Being physically well fit and strong, she was mostly taking care of cleaning and organizing.

Sariye was really worried about her friend and wished that her master would return quickly. He had the cure to her wounds.

One should love by a drib,

Discourse nicely for a thousand autumns.

One should wait for a musical note,

Keep silent for the next thousand mile which comes.

One should cover a distance of one voice,

Be mute for a heavy load of choice.

One should see half a face,

Dream a thousand unknown images in its place.

One should listen to a heart,

Burn for ages,

But should wait triple until it eases.