leaves of Paradise

Chap.38

Gradually, she was becoming adjusted in Jahan Sikandar Istanbul.

DJ's sleep and forgetfulness, however, used to humble her. DJ would get support somewhere, she would close her eyes and get ready to sleep and then her wandering. Whenever Haya went to get some photocopied, she would always feel a sense of familiarity on a register, a note pad, a book lying there. When she picked it up, she read "Big Big DJ". She used to bring everything back and hit the DJ on the head.And Dj

How did you get it here?
After saying this she started laughing.

A special ID card was made for them in Sabanji. The condition of taking a picture on it was to keep the neck open. It was like a prepaid mobile card. Gorsil ticket, Peter's money for photo and dinner bill were paid on this card. It used to add balance like easy load of mobile. They were supposed to get a scholarship of 1,000 euros every month in these five months, but due to some technical problems, none of the scholarship exchange students received the 1,000 euros for February. It was hoped that two thousand would be collected together in March and then regularly every month thereafter. Until then, we had to live with the money we received from Pakistan. So nowadays, all the exchange students' hands
was tight

She used to eat lunch in Sabanji's dining hall. Dinner was to be cooked in one's room. Each block had a kitchen. Where every student used to prepare his own breakfast and dinner. The problem was that there were students

There were specially designed crucibles for In view of the danger that one might forget to put something on the stove engrossed in studies or leave the gas on and damage was caused, those stoves were automatic. After every 15 minutes, when the stove got hot enough, it would shut off automatically. Then five minutes later it would burn again. No one to stop them from closing

There was no way. And it was possible to cook native food on such useless stoves. There was a huge luxury superstore "Diya Sa" just blocks away from the hostel.

"Diya" was his name and "Sa" was the Turkish word for store. Both of them would get ration from the store and split the bill half. One night Haya would make a meal and it would be very good country food. The second night was the DJ's turn

And what she made was anything but not food.

DJ I'll flip it on your head. She used to yell loudly at the DJ when she saw boiled vegetable curry without roasting or omelet pieces on boiled rice. And then Turkish spices. They were so bland that even adding a few red chilies would give a little taste. Her food was also dull but better than DJ's. However, every morning in her room, DJ would jump down the stairs of the bank and stand in the same way, facing the window. Then she would open the pit and put her face out and make a loud noise.

Good morning Dj. And in response, a boy from a block away would shout loudly. Tb .. probably he didn't understand DJ's words properly. DJ used to repeat the same process every morning. After he said that, she would call out "Za...lil" and the boy would reply ta da...di. After that, Haya would take out her face from the blanket and pick up the cushion and throw it towards DJ. Thus the conversation between him and the unseen boy would have ended. They used to talk at home every day. However, there was a problem in the mobile registration. DJ's tour was canceled, but with Hiya, the entry date of February 5 was written on his passport. The number five appeared to be six because of the signature of the officer above there. A slight difference in date started to cause problems and the his phone could not be registered. She couldn't use the Turkish sim . Because after a week the Turkish SIM was blocked on the unregistered phone, so Halle give her , her one old mobile ser

And she was forced to put up with this ugly fat ugly phone. She had installed her Pakistani SIM on her mobile phone. And it was working fine on roaming.

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