Right after the end of the second world war, at age 22, Kiraz Aznavour is faced with a shocking revelation on her mother's death bed : she was adopted.
Follow the young girl in her journey to discover the truth about her biological parents, an impos...
I am very happy I have gotten some new readers, and some former readers back to this story, this is the culminating chapter of part III, even if it's hard or intense to read at times, please do, it's important :)
TW : mention of death, mention of rape, mutilation, childbirth.
Update : Leyla is ofcourse a guest appearance by Leyla from Sen Çal Kapımı.
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Novembre 1945, train through Anatolia.
Kiraz looked by the window, she was completely lost. Ayfer was the only person who had any kind of information about her mother, but aside from her, she felt like she was chasing ghosts.
Her heart was very hurt, and the suspense of her findings unbearable. She could hardly believe her mother, Eda Yıldız, had gone through so much.
Kiraz was realitstically convinced that she was dead, the question was how and where. Her heart longed to bring flowers to her grave, and talk to her.
Everything she had learnt was taking a toll on her, death everywhere was the last thing she wanted to be faced with when the second world war ended. She wanted to be like her friends, forget all the horrors and move forwards in life, party, travel, live.
Instead, she was chasing the ghosts of probably dead parents, and diving into waters full of death of the past.
Kiraz sighed, her cigarette being her only respite, she blew the smoke as her eyes watched the landscapes through the open window.
It was days after that she met a woman, in a tiny village, who was working in the fields, and who began weeping as soon as she showed her Eda Yıldız's picture.
Kiraz was dumbfounded, sitting at a café not far from the main route, along with steaming Turkish coffee, the woman with long black hair, in her fourties, revealed. "She saved my life." She said on a sniff.
Kiraz frowned. "How ? You need to tell me everything." Kiraz pressed.
If Ayfer had been wary, this woman was a mess of nerves, she looked around her, paranoid, and whispered. "It's long, we should go to my place."
Following her with a sigh of impatience, hoping this would be worth it, Kiraz would only feel empathy as there were tears on the woman's cheek as soon as they made it inside her house.
"My name is Leyla Haktan. I was taken for loving an Armenian man." She revealed and Kiraz inhaled on a sharp breath.
A mirror of her parents ? "They killed him infront of me before they took me." Leyla sobbed.
Kiraz sat down, with horror on her face. "And who are you, to Eda ?" She asked, looking at the very uoung girl.
"Her daughter. She was pregnant with me when she was deported." Kiraz explained.
