Many Engineers and Doctors Wanted to Marry Me, Then “Üçün Biri*” Feel From the Sky

T here was a wretched woman called Hanono, who even provoked the poor and slaughtered chickens. Her thick but tender body had never seen the light. The curtains were always closed, and even if opened one day, they would draw in the light and fix it in place. With a few creaks in the silent, pristine white posture of a bed covered in white, enclosed within the furniture, she released those two sweet, pure white boys, wrapped in their tight white swaddling clothes... The room was so soulless and dark that the bed and the boys stood to appear even whiter. The darkness and Hanono immediately swallowed them all... A white breeze entered through the window and vanished...

No one escaped alive; all colors were carefully stained and buried in this darkness...

Hanonu Except...

The boys have grown up, and the two little Hononus have been carefully chosen again...

Hononus has taken his hump and gone to ask for the girl's hand. One of the little Hononus has had her hair done for the first and last time, worn a strapless dress for the first and last time... and they've gotten married... Good grief. Hair morning gijik (meaning "hair standing upright, shapeless" in Kurdish)... a body as raw and frail as a chicken's ass, waxy everywhere, just like the dark whiteness of the room in which he was born... That very morning, in that house, the parts of the man that had been dark from birth began to weep... Days passed, the black hairs grew longer, the white hairs turned yellow, and Hanonu began to enter this house with his key. The children (colloquialism...children) were born like angels, pure white.

The hairs continued to grow, the white hairs turned yellow, and Hanonu continued to enter the house... three things fell from his ass: one for him, one for that, and one for the souls of the dead...