Zeynep
Mirrors bear no guilt. Mirrors have no soul. Mirrors are merely objects. Sometimes they show us in a more beautiful light. Sometimes they reveal our true face. When a person looks into their own eyes in the mirror, they see an object like glass. Yet, it is flesh and blood; it feels, it has emotions. The mirror has no emotions. The mirror has no soul.
Whose face was the one I saw in the mirror? Was it the face of a father's pampered daughter or the face of someone oppressed in her husband's house? It resembled neither. So whose face was this? To whom did it belong?
Am I the wet nurse in this house? A friend of Sibel? The Agha's servant? Or his mistress? My place, my home, everything seems to have disappeared. I am no longer myself. I belong nowhere. Nothing is certain now.
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