AHYAN
I put my contacts in their case and blink several times. Then, I look at them in the mirror. Green.
I get tired of the act; of constantly being someone I’m not. Nur was the first one to point out the obvious but I’m sure other people will soon figure it out as well.
What then? Will I go back to Istanbul?
As if on cue, my phone rings. I glance at the screen. Annem.
With a wide smile, I quickly receive the call and we share Islamic greetings.
“Oğlum,” she says, her voice alone calming me.
“Annem,”
Anyone would laugh at our exchange but I don’t care. I love her fiercely and will do anything for her without thinking about myself. I’ve also never been away from her for this long, hence the conversation.
“Is everything alright over there?” I ask, without elaborating. She knows w
