My Witness Is My Sword

“Bora Bey wanted to hold Elif Kız by her shoulders. But he quickly pulled back his arms, which were trembling towards her: “Look, Elif Girl,” she said. ‘You cannot know this feeling… We are engaged to our sword. Our wedding will be on horseback. Our groom’s suit is our shroud. Our grave, which will one day be dug where we will fall with a treacherous arrow or a treacherous dagger blow; it will be our pilgrimage place…” “This last word pierced the soul of that hopeless love like a poisoned dagger…” Those who gave their lives for the sake of “Allah” and passed through the soul, leaving their swords as witnesses, they drank the sherbet of martyrdom… Covering the period from the enthronement of Suleiman the Magnificent to his death, this novel is the story of history within history.