Cihal Stories

بين رائحة القهوة ونكهة الأطباق، بدأت حكاية لم تكن عليا تتوقعها أبداً. جار أم أكثر من جار؟ وسر صغير قد يقلب كل شيء رأساً على عقب..

When everything falls apart, is there still hope to recover and come back?

"She left him at the altar and he watched her go. But some love stories don't end at goodbyes - they just find darker, more complicated ways to continue." 🖤

He had once been a man of iron-strong, disciplined, and always in control. But one night shattered that certainty. Even two months later, he remained consumed by obsession, endlessly replaying that moment in his mind and desperately wishing he could go back.

After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Alya tries to rebuild her life in Toronto while raising her young son, Deniz, on her own. Before his death, Boran made her promise something unexpected: if she ever needed help, she should reach out to his brother, Cihan, a man who lives in Mardin and whom she barely knows. Determined to move forward alone, Alya keeps the number without imagining that one day it could change the destiny of her life... and her son's.

Após perder o marido em um trágico acidente, Alya tenta reconstruir sua vida em Toronto enquanto cria sozinha seu filho pequeno, Deniz. Antes de morrer, Boran a fez prometer algo inesperado: se um dia precisasse de ajuda, deveria entrar em contato com seu irmão Cihan, um homem que mora em Mardin e a quem ela mal conhece. Determinada a seguir em frente sozinha, Alya guarda o número sem imaginar que um dia ele poderá mudar o destino de sua vida.

Alya ve Cihan yalancı bir evlilik içinde aşık oluyorlar

"Bir söz... İki kader... Geri dönüşü olmayan bir yol..." Aynı gökyüzüne baksalar da bambaşka hayatlarda yaşayan iki insan... Aralarındaki yaş farkına rağmen kader, onları hiç beklemedikleri bir yolda karşı karşıya getirecekti. O andan sonra hiçbir seçim, sadece bir seçim olarak kalmayacaktı. Çünkü bazı yollar bir EMANET'le başlar... Ve o yolun sonunu ne kader değiştirir ne de zaman.

So um... how do I start this? Well, I'd like to tell you that this is a fanfic about CihAl-the main lead actors from the Turkish series Uzak Şehir. This story is entirely my own; nothing here is meant to resemble the actual series. I just loved the chemistry between the actors and the first glimpses of the show so much that I felt inspired to continue it in my own way. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to share your thoughts-and find me on X: @marikhoaz. Peace 🎀

Kintsukuroi is the art of repairing broken pottery with gold, honoring faults instead of hiding them, and my inspiration for this piece. After the bloody wedding, Albora falls silent, Alya and Deniz disappear, and Cihan searches until the trail suddenly disappears. This is a S3 AU about loss and the kind of love that's strong enough to embrace flaws, instead of trying to erase them.

Alya'nın düğünü terk etmesiyle Cihan'ın onu 5 ay sonra nasıl bulmuştur?

Kanada da tanışan Cihan ve Alyanın hikâyesi.

3 sezon CihAl

When Cihan Albora-the silent, feared Aga of Mardin-steps into a glittering Istanbul gala, he expects nothing more than business and formality. What he doesn't expect... is her. Alya Smith, a brilliant neurosurgeon with a calm presence and eyes that see far deeper than most, becomes the only light strong enough to cut through the shadows he's carried his whole life. One look is all it takes for something to shift-quietly, dangerously. But powerful families are watching. Old enemies are stirring. And the fragile moment between them threatens to spark a storm neither city is ready for. Two worlds. One silent pull neither of them can explain. A story born in the space where his shadow met her light.

محاكاة لمسلسل المدينة البعيدة بعين مشاهد..

Am gonna write down some ideas that may or may not give it to us.. Welcome To My World 🌎 CihAl Fictional World ❤️🤏🏻

Sinem ve Ozan Cannes'te birlikte bir gün geçiyorlar

Alya sezon finalinde ki gibi gitseydi dönüşü nasıl olurdu?

"Ama kader diye bir şey var ve her şey bir o an orada olma meselesi" - Alya Smith'in "oyunu"nu dallanıp budaklandırmak istedim. Sürçülisan ettiysem affola 🤍