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He panicked. Instead of simply lifting it off, he tried to catch it with his left hand, which only caused the scarf to tangle further into his glasses. He started walking backward, stumbling over a basket of tomatoes. Crash.

But one humid Tuesday morning, a catastrophic event shattered his peace: (Eyüphan, Oh No! The Chiffon on Your Head!). EyГјphanВ BaЕџД±ndaki Ећifoni Eyvah

, yelled, "Eyüphan Bey! You look like a fancy ghost!" He panicked

But then, he looked around. He saw the genuine, joyful smiles of his neighbors. He looked at his own reflection in the window of a shop—the messy hair, the startled expression, the absurd chiffon still draped over his shoulder. , yelled, "Eyüphan Bey

The market fell silent, then exploded with laughter—not mean laughter, but the affectionate, loud laughter of a close-knit community.

"It seems," Eyüphan announced, bowing slightly with the scarf in his hand, "that today, the wind decided I needed a new look!"