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CHAPTER 5 – TWO SHIRTS OF FLAME 
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night? Thinking of these I regret what I did. My heart is filled with a 
deep sadness. Poor woman, poor women… 
Undoubtedly they, much more than us, suffer the troubles of the flesh 
and of this created world and the punishment for committed sin. It is their 
feet and knees which bit by bit bleed more than ours on the stones and 
thorns of the hopeless path which passes from the first to the last 
tremblings of love.
Partners in our pleasures in punishment they are left on their own. It is 
their most genuine tears that we do not see, the most heartfelt cries that 
we do not hear. 
Only the night will know the pain of the woman who has just left while 
everyone was familiar with the pleasures tasted during the day, everyone 
was jealous of her. All the people of the village fell on her like demons 
from hell, they tried with tooth and nail to tear off what had been up to 
now the sweet ripples of her skin.
Like societies, laws, customs, religions and sects, nature too is the enemy 
of the female.
It is nature which put a load on her thin body with the great burden of 
motherhood, her body which bit by bit gives life out of her carnal desire. 
It is for this reason that woman became a wicked creature. It is in 
response to the strict judgement of her sex that she has resorted to 
falsehood, hypocrisy and treachery and her beauty, as her weapon has 
acquired a satanic element from the fire of deceit and trickery. Since that 
time her look is a dagger, her smile venom. Woman finds the greatest 
pleasure from loves which are mixed with evil and betrayal and becomes 
tyrannical, cowardly cruel and revengeful. 
Here follows the similar episode presented as an actual event in 
The Turkish 
Ordeal
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In the middle of this conversation I heard hard knocks at the door. I also 
did not like the woman downstairs who had caused so much trouble to 
Halimé and the village, but the knock decided me. I had on only my 
dressing-gown, and my hair was down; but I tied a handkerchief around 
my head, put my bare feet in slippers, and walked out to the veranda. 
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Adıvar 1928, 258-260 

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