Name Of Love: Yavuz Concubine

Yavuz was a brave man on a black horse. With his sharp eyes, “Behave, my valiants!” not only his valiants, but also the banner and the bricks were rearing. “Attack in such a way,” he was sa-ying, “that even the enemy will not be satisfied with your hostility!” He was giving the news of a great war. That concubine? Concubine with a fairy face, twig height, ruddy cheeks… The concubine whose dimples bloom when she speaks, and mares run high in her eyes when she is silent… From the moment she entered the private room of the palace, she was giving the news of a great love. One is a Sultan who rules the world, the other is a Circassian girl who drinks the sherbet of martyrdom with the love of that Sultan… And this magnificent work that has emerged. Every line is gripping… Every line is impressive…