“Your father’s calling for you; Shekure。 We’re married now; you’re to kiss
his hand。”
The handful of neighborhood women to whom Shekure had sent last…
minute invitations and the young maidens I assumed were relatives motioned
to collect themselves and cover their faces; all the while scrutinizing me to
their heart’s content。
Not long after the evening call to prayer the wedding guests dispersed;
having heartily partaken of the walnuts; almonds; dried fruit leather; fits
and clove candy。 In the women’s quarters; Shekure’s incessant crying and the
bickering of the unruly children had dampened the festivity。 Among the men;
my stony…faced silence in response to the mirthful wedding…night gibes of the
neighbors was attributed to my preoccupation with my father…in…law’s illness。
Amid all the distress; the scene most clearly ingrained in my memory was my
leading Shekure to Enishte’s room before dinner。 We were alone at last。 After
both of us kissed the dead man’s cold and rigid hand with sincere respect; we
withdrew to a dark corner of the room and kissed each other as if slaking a
great thirst。 Upon my wife’s fiery tongue; which I’d successfully taken into my
mouth; I could taste the hard candies that the children greedily ate。
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I; SHEKURE
The last guests of our woeful wedding veiled and covered themselves; put on
their shoes; dragged off their children; who were tossing a last piece of candy
into their mouths; and left us to a perating silence。 We were all in the
courtyard; nothing could be heard but the faint noise of a sparrow gingerly
drinking water from the half…filled well bucket。 This sparrow; whose tiny head
feathers gleamed in the light of the stone hearth; abruptly vanished into the
blackness; and I felt the insistent presence of the corpse in my father’s bed
within our emptied house; now swallowed by night。
“Children;” I said in the cadence Orhan and Shevket recognized as the one I
used to announce something; “e here; the both of you。”
They did so。
“Black is now your father。 Let’s see you kiss his hand。”
They did so; quietly and docilely。 “Since they’ve grown up without a father;
my unfortunate children know nothing of obeying one; of heeding his words
while looking into his eyes; or of trusting in him;” I said to Black。 “Thus; if they
behave disrespectfully; wildly; immaturely or childishly toward you; I know
that you’ll show them tolerance at first; understanding that they’ve been
raised without ever once obeying their father; whom they do not even
remember。”