Elif Shafak is one of Turkey’s most acclaimed and outspoken novelists



Download 1,01 Mb.
Pdf ko'rish
bet59/95
Sana16.03.2022
Hajmi1,01 Mb.
#495865
1   ...   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   ...   95
Bog'liq
The Forty Rules of Love ( PDFDrive )

Desert Rose the Harlot 
KONYA, FEBRUARY 1246
Bitter and bleak, the day I left the brothel was the coldest day in forty years. The narrow, 
serpentine streets glistened with fresh snow, and sharp pendants of ice hung from the roofs of the 
houses and the minarets of the mosques in dangerous beauty. By midafternoon the chill had 
become so severe there were frozen cats on the streets with whiskers turned into thin threads of 
ice, and several ramshackle houses collapsed under the weight of the snow. After the street cats
Konya’s homeless suffered the most. There were half a dozen frozen bodies—all curled up in the 
fetal position with beatific smiles on their faces, as if expecting to be reborn into a better and 
warmer life. 
Late in the afternoon, when everyone was taking a nap before the hustle of the evening began, I 
sneaked out of my room. I took no more than a few simple clothes, leaving behind all the silk 
garments and accessories I used to wear for special customers. Whatever was earned in the 
brothel had to stay in the brothel. 
Halfway down the stairs, I saw Magnolia standing at the main door, chewing the brown leaves 
she was addicted to. Older than all the other girls in the brothel, lately she had been complaining 
about hot flashes. At night I heard her toss and turn in bed. It was no secret that her womanhood 
was drying up. Younger girls jokingly said they envied Magnolia, since she would not have to 
worry about having periods, pregnancies, or abortions anymore and could sleep with a man every 
single day of the month, but we all knew that an aged prostitute had little chance of survival. 
As soon as I saw Magnolia standing there, I knew I had only two options: either return to my 
room and forget about running away or walk through that door and bear the consequences. My 
heart chose the latter. 


“Hey, Magnolia, are you feeling better?” I said, adopting what I hoped was a relaxed and casual 
tone of voice. 
Magnolia’s face brightened but then darkened again as she noticed the bag in my hand. There 
was no point in lying. She knew that the patron had forbidden me to leave my room, never mind 
leaving the brothel. 
“Are you leaving?” Magnolia gasped as if the question scared her. 
I didn’t say anything. Now it was her turn to make a choice. She could either stop me in my 
tracks and alert everyone to my plan or simply let me go. Magnolia stared at me, her expression 
grave and embittered. 
“Go back to your room, Desert Rose,” she said. “The patron will send Jackal Head after you. 
Don’t you know what he did to …?” 
But she didn’t finish her sentence. That was one of the unwritten rules in the brothel: We didn’t 
bring up the stories of the unfortunate girls who had worked here before us and had met a 
premature end, and on those rare occasions when we did mention them, we took care not to utter 
their names. There was no point in disturbing them in their graves. They had already led tough 
lives; it was better to let them rest. 
“Even if you manage to escape, how are you going to make a living?” Magnolia insisted. “You 
will starve to death.” 
What I saw in Magnolia’s eyes was fear—not the fear that I could fail and be punished by the 
patron but the fear that I might succeed. I was going to do the one thing she had always dreamed 
about and yet never dared to carry out, and now she both respected and hated me for my 
audacity. I felt a momentary pang of doubt and would have gone back had the voice of Shams of 
Tabriz not kept echoing in my head. 
“Let me go, Magnolia,” I said. “I’m not staying here another day.” 
After being beaten by Baybars and looking death in the face, I felt that something within me had 
changed irreversibly. It was as if I had no more fear left inside me. One way or another, I didn’t 
care. I was determined to dedicate what remained of my life to God. Whether this would be for a 
single day or for many more years to come did not matter. Shams of Tabriz had said that faith 
and love turned human beings into heroes because they removed all the fear and anxiety from 
their hearts. I was beginning to understand what he meant. 
And the strange thing is, Magnolia understood it, too. She gave me a long, painful look and 
slowly moved aside, opening the way out for me. 

Download 1,01 Mb.

Do'stlaringiz bilan baham:
1   ...   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   ...   95




Ma'lumotlar bazasi mualliflik huquqi bilan himoyalangan ©hozir.org 2024
ma'muriyatiga murojaat qiling

kiriting | ro'yxatdan o'tish
    Bosh sahifa
юртда тантана
Боғда битган
Бугун юртда
Эшитганлар жилманглар
Эшитмадим деманглар
битган бодомлар
Yangiariq tumani
qitish marakazi
Raqamli texnologiyalar
ilishida muhokamadan
tasdiqqa tavsiya
tavsiya etilgan
iqtisodiyot kafedrasi
steiermarkischen landesregierung
asarlaringizni yuboring
o'zingizning asarlaringizni
Iltimos faqat
faqat o'zingizning
steierm rkischen
landesregierung fachabteilung
rkischen landesregierung
hamshira loyihasi
loyihasi mavsum
faolyatining oqibatlari
asosiy adabiyotlar
fakulteti ahborot
ahborot havfsizligi
havfsizligi kafedrasi
fanidan bo’yicha
fakulteti iqtisodiyot
boshqaruv fakulteti
chiqarishda boshqaruv
ishlab chiqarishda
iqtisodiyot fakultet
multiservis tarmoqlari
fanidan asosiy
Uzbek fanidan
mavzulari potok
asosidagi multiservis
'aliyyil a'ziym
billahil 'aliyyil
illaa billahil
quvvata illaa
falah' deganida
Kompyuter savodxonligi
bo’yicha mustaqil
'alal falah'
Hayya 'alal
'alas soloh
Hayya 'alas
mavsum boyicha


yuklab olish