Constantinople's Cherry

III - 28. Felaket

This chapter is probably the culminating point of this story, and it is only fitting for me to post it today. On the commemorative day of the Armenian genocide, here is a picture taken today in Erevan, at the Armenian graveyard for "orphan" parents. Yes, parents. Those who lost their children to genocide and ethnic cleansing. This aspect is to keep in mind for what's to come up with EdSer-Kiraz in the story.

EdSer fans, I would love your support and views more, I feel sad that this story has such a low reach :(

Disclaimer : Mentions of violence, rape, murders, ethnic cleansing, graphic description of harm, torture, possible important character death. This is a work of fiction losely based on Historical facts, with its own creative liberties. No insult, blame, or offense is implied toward any real dead or alive figure, nor towards any group of people or nation.

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"Hold still." Melek instructed doing Eda's hair, two hours on curls and a neat set of twenty tiny diamond pins leaving her hair half tied, half lose.

Eda let out an elated laugh and Melek shook her head with a smile. She was so happy. "It's making you practice for the wedding." Eda let out.

Melek shook her head. "It took me an hour to iron your dress. Allah save me with the kind of wedding dress you will chose, prepping itself will take me ten hours."

Eda laughed. "I'll pay you a large extra. I owe you."

"Here, bak, like it ?" Melo turned her face back to the mirror and Eda looked at herself and took a breath, her dress was a pistachio green, contrasting with her brown eyes and hair.

She looked beautiful, she didn't knew if it was Melo's hands or the pure joy on her face but Eda almost teared up. "Tamam." She laughed and faned her face with her hands.

"Allah-Allah what a drama queen, it's not your nikah yet." Melo laughed, with a grin too, proud of her work and happy for her friend.

"Ama, soon. And it feels so... I wish my Anne was here." Eda let out nervously watching herself and fully realising, she was going to be a bride.

"Or Babanne. She loved Serkan, he was so nervous. I am sure her presence would have calmed him." Eda said a bit sadly, sighing, she had no elder female family figure.

No grandmother, no mother, no sister. Her heart squeezed painfully, Naïri had been that for her. And she wasn't here anymore. Eda missed her sister, because that was wo Naïri had become, she wanted her so much to be here for their wedding.

And she inhaled thinking about Serkan, her heart was upset about years ago deceased grandmother, and a mother she never met. Serkan must be feeling so alone and broken too, he must miss his parents and Naïri so much.

"Zeynep Hanim would be so proud of you. Her daughter will be the most beautiful bride." Melek smiled at her.

Eda inhaled and grinned, looking at herself in the mirror, and blushing. "Teşekür ederim." Eda held her hands and looked at her dress in the mirror.

If she had known what the day would bring, she would have worn black. Not this pale and bright colour, too much of a contrast against the crimson colour of blood.

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Mustafa Yıldız had everything ready. This wasn't a bigger deal than solving a business issue. The location he had given was one his contacts had communicated him as a deportation point, where he knew Greek and some Armenians were being transfered through.

In Spring 1923, Mustafa knew over 500 000 Muslims in Greece had been deported from Macedonia and Crete, their communities destroyed, and he still remembered the Greek-Turkish war and the massacres they dare comit on their own villages in Anatolia.