The story of a Beautiful Sultana.
Hafsa Sultana, the mother of Suleiman the magnificent had a sister she treasured a lot. But sadly that sister got kidnapped when she turned 15. Hafsa and her family were heartbroken , they tried to find the siste...
" Oooo, moje milo malo čedo moje milo. Aman ja.. Ja... Insan sam. Vracam se od kuda pođoh ja. Ne plačite , ne tuguj te. Ceda moja... Prijatelji... Majku sam davno ostavila. Babu nisam ni kako treba zagrilila . Odoh ja"
( translation : oooo, my dear little child, my dear. It seems like I.. I'm ... Human . I'm returning where I began. Don't cry, don't be sad. My children... Friends.... I left my mother long ago. I didn't even hug my father properly. I'm leaving . / I left. ) [ made up funeral song]
- Alishba Mediha point of view. !
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"Don't cry beautiful, your beauty will leave, someone will steal it. " my nanny told me as she pulled me to her arms. " But nanny.. My mother is gone. She's never coming back. " I sobbed out. " I know child, I know child. We all will go someday, we just have to accept it. You're grown now you can't act like a little girl anymore. It's time to marry, and birth kids. It's time to settle down Mediha. It's what's right. " my nanny told me as she carresed my hair. ' Oh, Almighty, Oh, All Knowning ... what's going to happen to me now ? Only you know. Please protect me. Please grant my mom peace '.
Time skip to two months
" Aman, Ahmed ! Can't you stop, and act your age for once!? " I shouted out, frustrated at my neighbor Ahmed. He was the same age as me 18." No I can't hahahaha, I will only settle down when you marry me! " he shouted back at me, his voice all laughter and giggles. " Allah, Allah, help me, guide me. " I said as I sighed and placed my hand on my eyes. How are you going to be 18 but act like you're 8 . I don't even know at this point.
"Mediha ! come here dear. " I was in my home cleaning when I heard someone shout my name. " Evet?" I shouted in reply leaving my cleaning supplies and wiping my hands. "Selam, Fatima hatun. " I greeted the older woman in front of me. She was the main handmaiden of the bey's first wife. " The bey's hatun wishes to visit you and purchase some goods from you. She's interested in your jewelry, cloth and paintings. Although we wouldn't mind some good treats of yours. " I chuckled a little at that and nodded my head . " evet, I will prepare the special room and all the goods . "
InshAllah I will earn a lot today.
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