leaves of Paradise

Chap.44

She opened the oven lid with one hand and took out the hot tray with the other. Brown, crispy warm gingerbread was ready on the tray. A faint smell of ginger permeated the entire kitchen.

Checking the gingerbread with her other hand, she straightened up and brought the tray and placed it on the counter. She was dressed in a white loose half-sleeved t-shirt and open black trousers. A loose pair of hair had fallen on the day and the braids were just touching the cheeks. There were spots of chocolate and cream on the apron worn over the T-shirt. Mutasim was standing on one side of the counter beating egg whites in a bowl. DJ stands on the other side and pours bunties and colorful beans on a plate for decoration.Beans of every color, candies and red beans were piled up.

Today was Hussain's birthday. Instead of making a cake in the traditional way, Haya was preparing a gingerbread house for him. A one-foot-tall gingerbread house decorated with chocolate, cream and colorful jellies. She had been busy for the past four hours and now finally six of her gingerbreads were baked. For four walls and two of a conical roof.

"Let's mix it up," she said, then Mutasim who had made the icing. He placed the cup and came towards her. DJ

Now a wall was raised and a rectangular door was cut out of it.

Haya and Mutasim carefully built the walls adjacent to each other and applied a special syrupy paste, as gum, on their joints. And very slowly remove their hands.

Keeping the walls straight. The syrup made them stick.

She got excited over Oh. Her house was under construction. This thought drove away her fatigue. Both of them now started to join the next wall. The plait dangling from Haya's forehead came in front of her eyes again and again, she repeatedly pushed it back. The chocolate syrup spots on her fingers got on her face but she didn't give attention.

Four walls were built. Now they put two rectangular pieces on top like an inverted "V" and syrup on the joint

put After a long time he raised his hands.

The roof remained open. The syrup was starting to dry. The roof became stronger. "Haya! You are great." That brown house looked so beautiful even in the color or decoration that Mutasim couldn't help but admire.

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"I know," she said slowly.

All three of them started decorating the walls with candies and jellies. They would put a little saucerup behind each piece of decoration and stick it to the wall. Red, green and blue button-like eyes were starting to appear on the brown house. In a little while the house was decorated, DJ made square window frames with white cream and

Filled with blue cream color inside.

"Now enjoy Istanbul's snowfall in your home too."

Haya brought icing sugar and a sieve. He put the icing sugar in the form of white dry flour in a sieve and placed it over the house and slowly shook the sieve. White particles began to fall through the holes in the sieve. Snow began to fall on the brown house and now there was a light white chocolate. She started sitting at home.

Haya's "Ginger Bread House" was ready.

She carefully picked up the tray. The house remained intact. This was the fruit of her four and a half hours of hard work. It was surprising that Haya Sulaiman would not be ready for a birthday party, but today she was at home. She didn't care about her rough dress, apron and spots on her face. All her attention was on the decorated gingerbread house on the tray.

She followed the DJ and Mutasim into the man room.

There were flowers of chairs around the round tables at a distance. On the middle table were Hussain gifts and beautiful black was placed. Exchange students from twelve countries had come. It was not a surprise party.