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“None at all; my darling。” 
“Fine;  then。  My  guardian  has  no  claims  of  money  or  gold  on  you。  Please 
excuse  the  impropriety  of  my  discussing  marital  circumstances  on  my  own 
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behalf; but I have certain prerequisites that I must; unfortunately; explain to 
you。” 
As I fell silent for a while; Black said; “Yes;” in a manner that suggested an 
apology for his hesitation。 
“First;” I began; “you must swear before two witnesses that if you behave 
badly toward me in our marriage; to a degree that I find unbearable; or if you 
take  a  second  wife;  you  will  grant  me  a  divorce  with  alimony。  Second;  you 
must  swear  before  two  witnesses  that  if  for  whatever  reason  you  are  absent 
from the house for more than a six…month period without a visit; I will also be 
granted a divorce with alimony。 Third; after we are married; you will of course 
move into my home; however; until the villain who has murdered my father 
has been caught or until you find him—how I’d love to torture him myself!—
and  until  Our  Sultan’s  book;  pleted  under  the  guidance  of  your  talents 
and efforts; has been honorably presented to Him; you will not share my bed。 
Fourth; you will love my sons; who do share my bed with me; as if they were 
your own children。” 
“I agree。” 
“Good。 If all of the obstacles that still lie before us disappear this quickly; 
we’ll soon be wed。” 
“Yes; wed; but not in the same bed。” 
“The first step is marriage;” I said。 “Let’s see to that first。 Love es after 
marriage。  Don’t  forget:  Marriage  douses  love’s  flame;  leaving  nothing  but  a 
barren  and  melancholy  blackness。  Of  course;  after  marriage;  love  itself  will 
vanish  anyway;  but  happiness  fills  the  void。  Still;  there  are  those  hasty  fools 
who fall in love before marrying and; burning with emotion; exhaust all their 
feeling; believing love to be the highest goal in life。” 
“What; then; is the truth of the matter?” 
“The truth is contentment。 Love and marriage are but a means to obtaining 
it: a husband; a house; children; a book。 Can’t you see that even in my state; 
with a missing husband and a deceased father; I’m better off than you in your 
isolation?  I’d  die  without  my  sons;  with  whom  I  spend  my  days  laughing; 
tussling  and  loving。  Moreover;  since  you  long  for  me  even  in  my  present 
predicament; since you secretly ache to spend the night with me—even if not 
in the same bed—under the same roof with my father’s body and my unruly 
children; you’re pelled to listen with all your heart to what I now have to 
say。” 
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“I’m listening。” 
“There are various ways that I might secure a divorce。 False witnesses could 
swear that before my husband set out on campaign; they witnessed him grant 
me  a  conditional  divorce;  for  example;  that  he’d  pledged  that  if  he  didn’t 
return  within  two  years;  I  should  be  considered  free。  Or;  more  simply;  they 
might  swear  they’d  seen  my  husband’s  corpse  in  the  field  of  battle;  citing 
various  convincing  and  descriptive  details。  But  taking  my  father’s  body  and 
the  objections  of  my  in…laws  into  consideration;  to  rely  on  false  witnesses 
would  be  an  unsound  way  to  proceed;  as  no  judge  of  any  intelligence  or 
caution  would  be  persuaded。  Considering  that  my  husband  left  me  without 
alimony  and  hasn’t  returned  from  war  for  four  years;  even  judges  of  our 
Hanefi  creed  couldn’t  grant  me  a  divorce。  The  üsküdar  judge;  however; 
knowing how the number of women in my situation is increasing each day; is 
more sympathetic and so—with a nod from Our Excellency the Sultan and the 
Sheikhulislam—the  judge  occasionally  allows  his  proxy  of  the  Shafü  creed  to 
rule  in  his  place;  thereby  granting  divorces  left  and  right  to  women  like  me; 
including conditions of alimony。 Now; if you can find two witnesses to testify 
openly  to  my  predicament;  pay  them  off;  cross  the  Bosphorus  with  them  to 
the üsküdar side; arrange for the judge; making certain that his proxy will sit 
in for him so the divorce might be granted by virtue of the witnesses; register 
the  divorce  in  the  judge’s  ledger;  obtain  a  certificate  testifying  to  the 
proceeding;  obtain  written  permission  for  my  immediate  remarriage;  and  if 
you can acplish all of this and get back to this side of the Bosphorus by the 
afternoon;  then—assuming  no  difficulty  in  finding  a  preacher  who  might 
marry us this evening—then; as my husband; you could spend this night with 
me and my children。 Thereby; you’ll also spare us a sleepless night of hearing 
in every creaking of the house the steps of that devilish murderer。 Moreover; 
you’ll  save  me  from  the  wretchedness  of  being  a  poor  unprotected  woman 
when we announce the death of my father in the morning。” 
“Yes;” said Black with good humor and somewhat childishly。 “Yes。 I agree to 
make you mine。” 
You  remember  how  only  recently  I  declared  I  didn’t  know  why  I  was 
speaking to Black in such a high…handed and insincere manner。 Now I know: 
I’ve  e  to  realize  that  only  by  assuming  such  a  tone  might  I  convince 
Black—who has yet to outgrow his childhood muddle…headedness—to believe 
in the possibility of events that even I have a hard time believing will e to 
pass。 
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“We have a lot to do in fighting our enemies; those who would obstruct the 
pletion of my father’s book and those who could contest my divorce and 
our marriage ceremony—which will be performed tonight; God willing。 But I 
suppose  I  shouldn’t  further  confuse  you;  since  you  are  already  even  more 
confused than I。” 
“You aren’t confused at all;” said Black。 
“Perhaps; but only because these aren’t my own ideas; I learned them from 
my  father  over  the  years。”  I  said  this  so  he  wouldn’t  dismiss  what  I  said; 
assuming that these plans had sprung from my feminine mind。 
Next; Black said what I’d heard from every man who wasn’t afraid to admit 
he found me very intelligent: 
“You’re very beautiful。” 
“Yes;” I said; “it pleases me to be praised for my intelligence。 When I was a 
child; my father would often do so。” 
I was about to add that once I’d grown up my father ceased to praise my 
intelligence; but I began to weep。 As I cried; it was as if I’d left myself and was 
being  another;  entirely  separate  woman。  Like  some  reader  troubled  by  a 
sad picture in the pages of a book; I saw my life from the outside and pitied 
what  I  saw。  There’s  something  so  innocent  in  crying  over  one’s  troubles;  as 
though  they  were  another’s;  that  when  Black  embraced  me;  a  sense  of  well…
being spread over us both。 Yet; this time; as we hugged; this sense of fort 
remained there between us; unable to affect the adversaries circling us。 
 
 
   
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I AM CALLED BLACK 
 
Widowed; abandoned and aggrieved; my beloved Shekure fled with featherlike 
steps; and I stood as if stunned in the stillness of the house of the Hanged Jew; 
amid the aroma of almonds and dreams of marriage she’d left in her wake。 I 
was  bewildered;  but  my  mind  was  churning  so  fast  it  almost  hurt。  Without 
even  a  chance  to  grieve  properly  over  my  Enishte’s  death;  I  swiftly  returned 
home。 On the one hand; a worm of doubt was gnawing at me: Was Shekure 
using  me  as  a  pawn  in  a  grand  scheme;  was  she  duping  me?  On  the  other 
hand; fantasies of a blissful marriage stubbornly played before my eyes。 
After  making  conversation  with  my  landlady  who  interrogated  me  at  the 
front  door  as  to  where  I’d  gone  and  whence  I  was  ing  at  this  morning 
hour;  I  went  to  my  room  and  removed  the  twenty…two  Veian  gold  pieces 
from  the  lining  of  the  sash  I’d  hidden  in  my  mattress;  placing  them  in  my 
money  purse  with  trembling  fingers。  When  I  returned  to  the  street;  I  knew 
immediately I’d see Shekure’s dark; teary; troubled eyes for the rest of the day。 
I changed five of the Veian Lions at a perpetually smiling Jewish money 
changer。 Next; deep in thought; I entered the neighborhood whose name I’ve 
yet  to  mention  because  I’m  not  fond  of  it:  Yakutlar;  where  my  deceased 
Enishte and Shekure; along with her children; awaited me at their house。 As I 
made  my  way  along  the  streets  almost  running;  a  tall  plane  tree  seemed  to 
reproach me for being overjoyed by dreams and plans of marriage on the very 
day my Enishte had passed away。 Next; as the ice had melted; a street fountain 
hissed into my ear: “Don’t take matters too seriously; see to your own affairs 
and your own happiness。” “That’s all fine and good;” objected an ill…omened 
black  cat  licking  himself  on  the  corner;  “but  everybody;  yourself  included; 
suspects you had a hand in your uncle’s murder。” 
The cat left off licking himself as I suddenly caught sight of its bewitching 
eyes。  I  don’t  have  to  tell  you  how  brazen  these  Istanbul  cats  get  when  the 
locals spoil them。 
I found the Imam Effendi; whose droopy eyelids and large black eyes gave 
him  a  perpetually  sleepy  look;  not  at  his  house;  but  in  the  courtyard  of  the 
neighborhood  mosque;  and  there  I  asked  him  quite  a  trivial  legal  question: 
“When is one obligated to testify in court?” I raised my eyebrows as I listened 
to his haughty answer as if I were hearing this information for the first time。 
“Bearing  witness  is  optional  if  other  witnesses  are  present;”  explained  the 
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Imam Effendi; “but; in situations where there was only one witness; it is the 
will of God that one bear witness。” 
“That’s  just  the  predicament  I  find  myself  in  now;”  I  said;  taking  up  the 
conversation。  “In  a  situation  everyone  knows  about;  all  the  witnesses  have 
shirked their responsibilities and avoided going to court with the excuse that 
”it’s only voluntary;“ and as a result the pressing concerns of those I’m trying 
to help are being pletely disregarded。” 
“Well;” said the Imam Effendi; “why don’t you loosen your purse…strings a 
little more?” 
I  took  out  my  pouch  and  showed  him  the  Veian  gold  pieces  huddled 
within:  The  broad  space  of  the  mosque  courtyard;  the  face  of  the  preacher; 
everything  was  suddenly  illuminated  by  the  glimmer  of  gold。  He  asked  me 
what my dilemma was all about。 
I explained who I was。 “Enishte Effendi is ill;” I confided。 “Before he dies; he 
wants his daughter’s widowhood certified and an alimony to be instituted。” 
I didn’t even have to mention the proxy of the üsküdar judge。 The Imam 
Effendi understood at once and said the entire neighborhood had long been 
troubled over the fate of hapless Shekure; adding that the situation had already 
persisted  too  long。  Instead  of  searching  for  a  second  witness  required  for  a 
legal separation at the door of the üsküdar judge; the I
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