"From desperate Egyptian girl to the queen"
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Ongoing, First published Aug 10, 2019
"One day, sultan Bayazit found out how Halil pasha betrayed him in Egypt. He took much money of Egyptian people, after it some of them he killed and he destroyed many houses of poor Egyptian. He was upset and angry. We all saw anger and fire in his eyes. He went in Egypt for head of Halil pasha. He wanted to talk with Mustafa beglerbeg, one of the most loyalty people to him in Egypt. He come in his house, but he had something to see. Mustafa beglerbeg was dead, his body was in horrible state. Then, he saw poor and in the same time beautiful girl who cried. He asked her what happened and she said: "Your Majestey, I am Kamilah hatun, daughter of Mustafa beglerbeg. Halil pasha killed him cause he wanted to talk woth you Majestry." 
Sultan saw poor and tired eyes of this girl. She had brown, deep eyes. She said Halil pasha even didn't gave to her wather be bury. 
Our Majestey was sorry for that girl. She guested her in one big house, and he spent many days with her. Then, he realized he fall in love with her, he was crush on her beauty, in her innocentes. 
He killed Halil pasha and he gave order to bury Kamilahs father. She was so thankful, she liked sultan's justices. 
He was crush from that moment on sultan too. They come back in the Topkapy palace together. Kamilah was renamed in Hürmaşah."
But, someone stopped the talking.
Ekrem agha: Firdevs kalfa, Hürmaşah sultan come back from sultans chambers. She wants to see you.
Firdevs harun: I am sorry, girls, I will continue love story of our sultand and Hürmasah sultan tomorrow
She left the harem and she went in chambers of Hürmasah sultan. She come in and bow.
Firdevs kalfa:Sultanm, you wanted to see me
Hürmasah sultan: Yes.
Sultanm was smile and she was really happy. "I am pregnant" she continued. "I felt bad in sultans chambers and he called doctor. She told to us I am pregnant! Tomorrow we will have celebration"
Firdevs hatun: Congratulations sultanm!
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