logic。 Knowing this; I also imagined I was continually able to see her。 Thus was
I better able to understand Ibn Arabi’s notion that love is the ability to make
the invisible visible and the desire always to feel the invisible in one’s midst。
I could infer that Shekure was continually watching me because I’d been
listening to the sounds ing from within the house and to the creaking of
its wood boards。 At one point; I was absolutely certain she was with her
children in the next room; which opened onto the wide hallway…cum…
anteroom; I could hear the children pushing; shoving and sparring with each
other while their mother; perhaps; tried to quiet them with gestures;
threatening glances and knit brows。 Once in a while I heard them whispering
quite unnaturally; not as one would whisper to avoid disturbing someone’s
ritual prayers; but affectedly; as one would before erupting in a fit of laughter。
Another time; as their grandfather was explaining to me the wonders of
light and shadow; Shevket and Orhan entered the room; and with careful
gestures obviously rehearsed beforehand; proffered a tray and served us coffee。
This ceremony; which should’ve been Hayriye’s concern; was arranged by
Shekure so they could observe the man who might soon bee their father。
And so; I paid a pliment to Shevket: “What nice eyes you have。” Then; I
immediately turned to his younger brother; Orhan—sensing that he might
grow jealous—and added; “Yours are as well。” Next; I placed a faded red
carnation petal; which I’d fast produced from the folds of my robe; onto the
tray and kissed each boy on the cheeks。 Later still; I heard laughter and giggling
from within。
Frequently; I grew curious to know from which hole in the walls; the closed
doors; or perhaps; the ceiling; and from which angle; her eye was peering at
me。 Staring at a crack; knot or what I took to be a hole; I’d imagine Shekure
situated just behind it。 Suddenly; suspecting another black spot; and to
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determine whether I was justified in my suspicion—even at the risk of being
insolent toward my Enishte as he continued his endless recital—I’d stand u