Were the things I heard real? Or were my ears playing tricks on me? What were those words coming out of Mirza Hanoğlu's mouth?
Mine...
These two words, still ringing in my ears, threw me right into the eye of a great storm. The winds were howling, and even the large trees were being uprooted. The same was happening to me. My legs were trembling, and I felt like I was about to fall to the ground. A buzzing noise, like the wind, was scratching at my ears. His words echoed in the same tone, resonating constantly in my mind.
Wasn't it absurd for him to make such an offer to Cüneyt to take me? It made me feel like a worthless object. How terrible it was to be treated like an object, left in limbo. Why was no one asking for my thoughts?
Why were women's thoughts always deemed unimportant? We
