After teo go to t told me tor at tidings, I    to discover a messenger from tan’s test. Fi beautiful ell me hem.

        Ratained my reserve, and simply iing at t for a moment: t beautiful    eve t I mig. I    draeeds, large Mongolian full of stoo a building site, but no one    beautiful urally, by “t beautiful    Our Sulta t splendid of t ed times in Persia, in keeping    why?

        Of course, t    me to old me to dra nobody’s picture could pete    t an? Our Se tists, knows

        full    I am t talented of urists. rations.

        My ly and angrily sprang to a as if ing to rise above all of tions, and in one trated effort, I drerue ip of its    see one like treet or in battle. eary, but trolled…, in t of anger, I daster. None of turists of ts    to drahe palace said, “One is enough.”

        to grab t and leave, but I restraihese horses.

        If I illustrate t to, t give me t arnisopped to t ,” I said to t inside aurned    Veian gold pieces, o the boy: he was afraid, his eyes widened. “You’re as brave as a lion,” I said.

        I removed one of tebooks of forms t I kept ly made copies of t beautiful illustrations t I’d see to mention t treasury    trees, dragons, birds, ers and    is, if you gave en gold pieces, tebook is excellent, not for t to see tual ion, but for t to recall the fables of old.

        Flipping to ted t of t picture , I placed a    s of paper uencil. I gradually sprinkled a liberal amount of coal dust on top, t so t ed tencil. t, dot by dot, ransferred tiful ire so t belo o behold.

        I grabbed my pen. ition t suddenly ly ected ts rokes, suc as I    t is,” I said. “t beautiful    one of this.”

        So t explain to Our Sultan o draure, I gave erfeit s. I implied t I o caty ell a good miniaturist by to be t miniaturist, it’s not enougo make t    also vince Our Sultan and s t you are i miniaturist.

        hing more.

        I ILL BE CALLED A MURDERERere you able to determine wched a horse?

        As soon as I ed to make a itioo catcration. I’m perfectly a tc Effendi’s body. But I    or style by ain of ting    a ne of pletely different trained” myself and became another.

        But    o fit tyle of tist    thin himself?

        Suddenly and error, I felt tence of t triump miniaturist    c, I was ashamed.

        I quickly kne I    be able to remain at ing outside, I reets. As Se in s, in order fenuine    roam ire life    remaining anyer roaming from city to city for sixty-seven years, ired of running and surreo ter miniaturists attain blindness, or tarily acyle, ions of style.

        I    in Bayazid, ty square of t, amid t aromas of soup and pudding sing    me in surprise; I passed a grocer’s sed fisaken only by colors, I o a ions s of a lamp, stared passionately, t one’s beloved, at tic, t ed from ter, and at mounds of broimes I    to put everyto my moutimes I    to fill a page ure of all creation.

        I o tomac ually, of te. It il midnigo t it. Inside unates dressed like ic cers whose

        sorroo slip from to distant paradises, as s; to folloiquette; and a youleman ance from ting. -filled cabbage dolma into my bo    and topped it off    red pepper flakes before taking a seat beside tleman.

        Every nigting, dying, o our necks in misery…Some nig er me, but I kno possibly rise from the grave.

        tlemao a versation. as t to t sistency, my stuffed cabbage is quite to my liking.” I asked about ly graduated from a miserable ty- college aaken into Arifi Pasronage as a clerk. I didn’t ask    t,    at tate, at t    cead to be at treet kitceeming    for a moment.

        “My name is Bi and tabriz. I’ve pai magnifit pictures, t incredible masterpieces. In Persia and Arabia, in every Muslim book arts ions are made, t me for    looks real, just like the work of Bihzad.”

        Of course, t tings reveal    t painting, as you knoe    for ts, my    is:ALIF:Painting brings to life    for the eyes.

        LAM: ters ting to t it serves the mind.

        MIM:sequently, beauty is t the mind already knows.

        Did te of tand tracted ning inspiration from t at all.    ted at t of a -of-ty silver s a day—today you    buy ty loaves of bread    amount—you still    kno ty-    kno me explain. I said:

        “I’ve painted everytely everyt at ted togetle and Prop of God asding t of to Cemple to scare off a moirring up torms; a masturbating sultan spying on ties of ening to a lute; a young ler sure of victory after learning all or’s moves, only to be defeated in tan at tor    trick up ely decorated y of lovers, from t embarrassed to t crass, to look at eae by stone stru of palaces; t by torture of ty; t of eagles; playful rabbits; treacigers; cypress and plarees t ing poets; feasts to orate victory; and men like you hem.”

        tertaining and was smiling.

        “Your ’ve ,” I tinued. “tory I love from Sadi’s Garden. You knoed from t and goes off to roam tedly, a dangerous-looking stranger ee appears before o a panid reag your arro ynized me? Am I not to ed a imes emperament and disposition, nay, by color even. So t you pay no attention to us, ts under your and, even ter h such frequency?““

        tnut and ure covered    even t of readers and tory: ty and mystery of tion, attention, i and passion; if you    to live in t paradise ually see ttending to its colors, details and irony.

        ty-    oertained and friged to drop    I didn’t give he ce.

        “ter of masters Bied t picture,” I said. “For a urists    stopped imitating t of Biion and    urists, including myself,    draure of a horse?”

        “I once sa a great teaced to my late hoja.”

        I didn’t kne Creatures seriously, and droerms ture    copy. I came up ernative, and t o drop my spoon and quit ter idied up and    doing anyteo the silence.

        Later, I removed t it    it upon table. , I placed tration and t, I attempted to drarait in cime, patiently. Mucer,    resemble my fa t tears ers t Enis? I to be one of t if I illustrated in t state of mind, I could perrait.

        Later still, I cursed ters and Enis I’d done and began looking into to begin another drawing.

        Ultimately, I found myself reets again, and t t even sure o e ered, I felt suingling urists and calligrap s accumulated on my forehead.

        I se tg eac, I could plainly see t. I seated myself in trying to beurally. At time my eyes sougers, my dear bret oime, I’d served as Master Osman’s apprentice. I ain eaco dra desperate efforts, taki arranged by ts quite seriously.

        toryteller effendi    yet begun ure    even been . I o socialize he coffeehouse crowd.

        So be it t me be frank oo, made jokes, told i stories, kissed my panions on ted gestures, spoke in double entendres, innuendos and puns, asked ant masters er I really    so far as t, kno a part of my soul remained mercilessly silent .

        only succeeded in using figurative language to pare my o , to bruses, newel

        posts, door knockers, leeks, mis, lady fingers in rees, and to tself, I ty boys tes, figs, small ries, pilloo tiny ant ceited of to pare ool—quite amateuris any self-fidence I migo a s and a porter’s pole. Furto old miniaturists’ dicks t ices; master calligrapain place (“t disgusting nook”);    into tead of rose petals; t great masters of tabriz and Siful boys to be found there.

        At times it seemed t one of ts orious, leaving t I’d finally fotten t silent and loveless aspeyself. At times I remembered tions of my co be myself along e all till a silence    left me suffering and isolated in t of the crowd.

        and merciless spirit—it    a spirit but a jinn—an? But t by tigated by Satan, on trary, by t pure and simple stories t drove into one’s soul. Uold tories,    t me peace. A tall, pale, yet pinkised calligrapice focused o mine and ening to me    attention.

        tories on Blindness and Style turist told to Ease trary to ual    a discovery of European masters. to t master Jemalettin of Kazvin. After tall eser Jemalettin    tent to simply join ts    ed to embellisory nessed    master, les    ever tle,    to    time. But before    clasing     to enemy on-fire. ter, like all genuine virtuosos, ing blindness as t    t deficy. ai turist ed not in ted, but in telled t, and furt    rue pictures, sery and essential and flaed, green-eyed calligrapice to whom he

        dictated exactly o dra appeared to o er ter’s deat of o draed by tito tively entitled tion of e ime in tesy of neions and copies, rators, apprentices and tudents and ice books, after tall esioed and t style of illustratioook all of Persia, Jemalettin and s ten. Doubtless, ttin R 1za of ’s violent criticism of t t to be burned, urn of events. Kemalettin R 1za claimed t none of ttin of Kazvin in e,” sier er nessed an actual battle se, no matter reasures of tall esao Istanbul, it s occasionally certain of tories appear in ots in Istanbul and even t some ructed therein.

        LAMIn    and Ser miniaturist nearing t blind from a lifetime of excessive labor, it    only be taken as a sign of t master’s determination, but    of t master’s alent. time iion t pelled quite a feo actually induce blindness in tly recalled artists     Abu Said, tamerlane’s grandson from t, introduced a furt in er as and Samarkand: tice of paying greater o tation of blio blindness itself. Black Veli, tisan urist could see true talent resided in a sigurist y-seven    by das came to tip of    so muc t tistic ceremony for e storytellers recite stories to support ter’s efforts, t Black Veli    lengtsoever among to Miran Satioer declared t a miniaturist possessed of talent, regardless of    Alla master miniaturists, ted: t no su called “style.” t master Black Veli ated by all Muslim miniaturists for 110 years. As for Black Veli

        er t of Abu Said and to Kazvin, er eful attempts to refute t declares, “t equal.” For t blihen killed by young Nizam Shah’s soldiers.

        I elling a tory, describing to tty-eyed calligrapice    master Bied to leave , er being taken forcibly to tabriz, urist’s style yle of tales I’d er Osman, but I became preoccupied oryteller.    o tell Satan’s story tonight?

        I o say, “It an    a an    from est.”

        I closed my eyes and drean on toryteller’s roug of paper as my    desired. As I dreoryteller and ant, otists and curious onliggled and goaded me on.

        Pray, do you tyle, or do I o to the wine?

        I, SAtAN

        I am fond of to a calm sea at daed appearance of a    an open    and patience. I believe in myself, and, most of time, pay no mind to    me. tonigo to set my miniaturist and calligrapraig certain gossip, lies and rumors.

        Of course, because I’m to believe t opposite of    you’re smart enougo see of    alrue, and t doubt me, you’re astute enougo take an i in my    my name, imes, is one of t frequently cited.

        All rig me begin    me in trut it be kno    y. For tyle. It    pain t I’m belittled in t t is.

        It’s true, God created man before ted us to prostrate ourselves before tion. Yes, it ’s ten in “ts” cer:    Adam    as all of you are familiar. So I didn’t bow before man. And God found my behavior, well, “proud.”

        “Lo’s beyond to sess here.”

        “Permit me to live until Judgment Day,” I said, “until the dead arise.”

        ed    during tire time I empt ts of Adam,    o tell you t o o say about tter.

        As some    t time Almig. Acc to to test ty’s subjects by attempting to destroy t,    be led astray, o later fill t I did e important: If all men    to ened, and ts govers could never fun on virtue alone; for in our ue and sin as necessary as rectitude. Given t I am to to live until Judgment Day?)—to be branded “evil” and never be granted my due is my roment. Men like tisur, t Gazzali, aken to clude in tings t if tually itted t God desires; furtain t good and evil do    because everyt of him.

        Some of te appropriately been buro deat, and ty for drao eac Alla ted sucies into ts; t all by themselves.

        to my sed plaint: I am not t of tion, lust, lack of    often, out of t any instigatioion or temptation on my part. s of certain learned mystics to absolve me of any evil migoo is tion t I am t, s t tempts every fruit monger s rotten apples upon omers, every cells a lie, every fa find anyt it grave sins. But some    all of you    uood me in t.

        Let tand you, so you    dupe t suggest. true. But let

        me remind you, I    caused me to fall out y in t place. Even t’s been recorded in numerous books tens of times t I’ve successfully tempted t-kindling guise of a beautiful urist bretonig in picturing me as a missailed and gruesome creature ruding moles?

        Like so,    t of tter: figurative painting. An Istanbul street mob incited by a preation so    boter on, ns trary to tting in eag o t of musical instruments; and t some of turists among us ing in tyle. For turies, tless accusations    me, but none so far from truth.

        Let’s start from ts caugo eat of t and fets about ter began. No, it doesn’t begin y, eitter of ing man to us and expeg us to boo    e appropriate and decisive refusal—t fitting t, after creating me from fire, o bo of t mud? Orut, t it a anyt just remai. Fine, never mind    instance; I agree, you’re justified in being afraid, and I’ll fet about tion and te. But t—yes indeed, something I’ll always be proud of: I never bowed down before man.

        t ters are doing, and t satisfied ing and displaying every siail doo ting ear lemen, priests, s and even    fall bets. tists also dare to situate ts in ter of t to be s like idols before e ourselves. Is man important enougo    being draail, includi o man’s false perception t to tance,    man tively be usurping Alla ter of ty and omnipotent, ter t surely it’s absurd on t to credit me raits; I, rate myself before man suffered untold pain and isolation; I,    of curses. It o s.

        I    ent on t, but my    for men heir

        eagero s for money or ote and me: as it not You ard t ter of t devoted servants    to be depicted in tyle of ters. I kno as    tting You entirely. And I’m the one who’ll be blamed.

        I vince you t I don’t take all of to ? Naturally, by standing firmly on my o despite turies of merciless stonings, curses, damnings and denous. If only my angry and sire of ning me,    it y ed me life until Judgment Day, y or seventy years. If I o advise t tend te    some, because it an speaking,    opposite and refuse coffee entirely, or , stand on try p it into their asses.

        Don’t laug’s not tent, but t t ts. It’s not urist paints, but yle. Yet tle. I o clude ory, but it’s gotten quite late. tongued master storyteller ell tory of love er tomorro.

        I, S my fatelling me inpre errifying t I . S omag y o get out of bed and leave t hem.

        I crossed tly opened Black’s door. In t cast by my dle, I couldn’t see e mattress o reactress.

        my    of truck Black’s weary, unso    as Or curled up like a pill bug, and he expression of a sleeping maiden.

        “to myself. ant, so muger, t I    actually    to do suc’d be if I killed    believe s of me,    childlike expression.

        Prodding , I led more ted aed, if only for a moment, just as I’d ely e to his

        senses, I said:“I dreamed I sao me: You he one who killed him…”

        “eren’t ogether was murdered?”

        “I’m a you kne my fat home all alone.”

        “I did not. You    t    it. And as for er idea than I.”

        “times I feel an inner voice is about to tell me une. I open my mout voice mig as in a dream, I make no sound. You’re no lohe good and naive Blay childhood.”

        “t naive Black her.”

        “If you’ve married me to take revenge on my fat like you.”

        “I knoo bed you airs for a wing ”Black, Black, my ass’s crack,“ loud enough so I could hear.”

        “You sing,” I said, at first    them, I’ll kill you.”

        “Get into bed,” o death.”

        “Maybe I’ll never get into your bed. Maybe ake by getting married. timacy before tsteps before I fell asleep? It’s not surprising, eps for years. t one. ake care to guard yourself against it.”

        I saern in Black’s eyes t I kne be able to scare him.

        “Of t struggling not to be uno protect my cubbornly trying to prove yourself. It’s not because you love me.”

        on at lengt    only of me in desolate

        caravansaries, on barren mountains and during snouro my former imes it seems t my former    return at any time. It’s not t I fear being caug    by t as soon as we embrace he door.”

        e s fig outside tyard gate. t I mig my dle able nor turn around and o my room to be old myself t I    leave til I ely vi Black soever to do h.

        “You belittle us,” I said to Black. “You’ve groiful.”

        “My respected Siously. It pleased me t    none of true. I’d do anything for you.”

        “t out of bed, and    .”

        I ing?

        “I ot,” , gestured to t and gown.

        , but it annoyed me any    .

        “Before my fatered t y—as t us to kno is.”

        I rembling, not out of anger, but because of t seized my legs, bad neck.

        “Get into bed and be my wife,” he said.

        “’s going to take some time before ’s no stay in th you.”

        “to you aer Osmaion on the horses.”

        “Master Osman    in peao you’re depending on Master Osman to find    must be causing    agony.”

        ly leapt out of bed and came to even move. But trary to ed,    snuffed out my dle ood tch blaess.

        “Your fatell me    you’d be able to love me, t you’d be able to make room in your    for me. then you’ve been running away from loving me.”

        “I o marry you,” I whispered.

        t pity, I sensed o    Fuzuli    it.

        “If I could love you, I would’ve loved you when I was a child,” I whispered again.

        “tell me ty of t’ve spied on all turists he murderer?”

        I    ill keep ter all, my husband.

        “I’m cold.”

        Did I actually say t remember. e began to kiss. Embrag ill ook y too my moutears, my gorembling and even     c; but timid Srained    let myself go or drop t t of my fatg me, and of my former husband, and my children asleep in bed.

        “ted. I pus out into the hall.
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