At about time of midday prayer I    t e must    o question me about Elegant Effendi’s absend s. Not only t,    er Osman. “Alloo ask you a question,” o Master Osman, ”time“ separates a true miniaturist from otime of tration.”    s? Listen closely.

        Painting and timeLong ago, as is on knorators of our Islamic realm, including, for example, ters, perceiving today,    it from tt or clerk at ival

        tecers ily boast, ted, restricted to tive of tt or t event came to pass and our eion c me begin here.

        tories on Painting and timeALIFty years ago,    reno calligrap only of t of all Islamdom; despite ranscribed ty-t of il te notion of time. oiled    by flickering dlelig of to us today because in torn up, sossed into tigris River by t as ter Arab calligraped to tion of tence of tradition and books, uries been in t of resting tion against blindness by turning to toern    of t Mosque in to prayer, nessed all t uries-long tradition of scribal art. First, iless soldiers enter Bag op t. cru of tire city, ter of    of tru of tens of to tigris. ter, amid tenccers of tigris, turned red from t of t about ranscribed iiful script, t    served to stop tation, and in turn, o e again. Furtruck o express er ing,    day, tled and deemed an affront to Allaed . e oration folloo t element istry of pagans and s; t is, to truly agoniziion of ted Godlike position attained by drao to Ibnessed—in tion tings and tion for illustration in ; in brief, ecers. t is evident t tion of eime t ed in ts of Arab calligrap itself not in ing, but in painting. t t trations in manuscripts and volumes t orn apart and vaniso oto survive forever in tion of Allah’s worldly realm.

        BAOnce upon a time, not so very long ago yet not so retly, everytated everyt fing aime. Yes, ed tories and pictures, as if time did not floin Kory attests. After torous Faured Selatin Kortured o deat task in asserting y, acc to , o visit te Selatin K to assemble neorious Selatin K of “Victorious Faurists set about replag te Selatin Kerfully portrayed on t beautiful of manuscript pages—, starting to fade from people’s memories, rait of tering ty in log t beautiful    instead of f istry, and resolving to ly, Neriman Sultan, te Selatin Kies, eary-eyed    one request of Fa tration of ed as Neriman Sultan and Mejnun as Selatin K be altered. In at least taiality t ried to attai be deorious Faed t and ers of t t one picture aloely made love and    period, fetting t, came to truly love eacill, Fa fet t picture in Leyla and Mejnun. Nay, it    jealousy t made    rayed    gna    painted in t splendid book,    be able to join tals    ate at Fa t of copious lovemaking i ered te rating and painting, eur artist and couldn’t portray ampering and bee Selatin K to Neriman-faced Leyla, ratifying it as Fa it ed, captured and killed Faablisy over ernally beautiful Neriman Sultan.

        DJIMturists of Istanbul ret tall Me—known as Muly as an example of long life and blindness. all Me is

        essentially a parable of painting and time. tin of ter, rated for more or less 110 years    going blind, ion. I’m not being ty    expressing my sincere admiration. tall Me dreyle of t masters of old, but even more so, and for test of all masters. e devotion to illustration and painting, s o bee urist, te age and talent. As a miniaturist, for 110 years, iently rendered every trivial detail: grass drao fill up t repetitive strokes, brick ation and t-eyed, delicate-s of t ion of one anotall Me e tent and reserved and o distinguised about style or individuality. o be    time    a fixture in t rangled one anoturists moved from city to city like to assemble uers, tyle of ts all Me dre t al and began to believe t rated. Perai ed outside time and tributed    going blie living    a ents uted miniaturists’ aring at manuscript pages—to time o flo ter iful slant-eyed, sed for a tury: a part-C-Croatian sixteen-year-old apprenti Saurists’ ly and uandably, o seduce tice of unimaginable beauty, as a true lover urists; o lying, deception and trickery. At first, ter miniaturist of Ked by tempts to catco tistic fas t also divorced ernal legendary days of old. Late oernoon, staring dreamily at tiful apprentice before an open abriz    of sneezing,    pletely blind. ter, y stone worksairs and died.

        “I’ve all Me of K I’ve never his legend,” Black said.

        ely offered t to sory ed. I fell silent for a time so are at me to ’s tent. Si bot occupied, just after beginning tory, I started to paint again, pig up    my knee and mixed my paints, simes erased my errors, silently sat beside me, listening and staring; from he sounds of my wife’s

        movements could be heard.

        “Aaan has arisen.”

        ared at ting e, but let me tell you didly: Our Exalted Sultan appears seated in all tivities, cy-ts, guilds, spectators, soldiers and prisoners from ted for ture of mine is , tossing money from florin-filled pouco to capture tement ling one anoto grab s off tting tohe sky.

        “If love is part of t of ting, t to be rendered ing. Yet t to emerge from t first glanvisible yet disible inner ure, not from tration or from tears. I didn’t depict surprise, as it uries by er miniaturists, as a figure ed into t made ting embody surprise. ting to rise to .”

        I rigued and botinized my possessions and illustrating tools, nay my wo see my own hrough his eyes.

        You knole pictures t abriz and Sime; so t ture mige ted Allaands all, turist    tion as t it in raig all terior details—o ts and pans, drinking glasses, ation, curtains, caged parrots, t private ers, and t of day. Like a curious aruck reader, Black s, my papers, my books, my lovely assistant, tumes and t I’d made for a Frankisraveler, ses of fug and ot pages I’d secretly dass of variously class, bronze and ceramic, my ivory penknives, my gold-stemmed brusice.

        “Uers, I’ve seen a lot of battle, a lot,” I said to fill t s of Our Sultan and enerals. After a military campaign, upourning to Istanbul, it tle t everyoen, corpses sliced in troops defendioles, rebels being decapitated and ttag at full gallop. I it everyto memory: a neyle of ing t I’ve never seen before, a on, trigger of a neyle of Frankis color

        robe during a feast, ho placed his hand where and how…”

        “ are tories you’ve told?” asked Bla a ma summed everytly called me to at.

        “Alif,” I said. “t story    demonstrates t no matter alented a miniaturist mig is time t makes a picture ”perfect.“ ”Ba,“ tory    to escape time is trating. As for tory, you proceed to tell me, then.”

        “Djim!” said Black fidently, “tory about teen-year-old miniaturist unites ”Alif“ and ”Ba‘ to reveal ime ends for t life and perfect illuminating, leaving not deat it demonstrates.
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