Yusuf Ali
A rope was tied around my neck. I was walking to my execution, but I was happy. What made me happy was Zeynep being by my side. Oh, Zeynep, what an incredible woman you are! You make me happy even as I'm being led to execution. The rope around my neck was getting tighter. Still, I made no sound. I didn't even know why I wasn't making a sound.
The words of Fatih's wife were gnawing at my mind. The women were getting some fresh air outside. Zeynep had turned quite pale.
"The fresh air did me good. Every scent makes me nauseous. I'm a bit fed up," said Elif.
"After four months, the nausea will decrease. It doesn't always stay like this, believe me," said Zeynep.
"Hopefully. Are you worried because your baby is small?"
Zeynep was looking at me. We were talking about what happen
