Uдџur Iеџд±lak Bayraдџд±: Elden Bд±rakma

Ali rushed out into the rain. He didn't ask questions. He simply stepped beside Mustafa and gripped the pole with his small, firm hands. Together, they stood against the invisible force of the sky.

"There will be days," Mustafa said, his voice like grinding stones, "when the wind tries to tear it from your hands. There will be nights when the cold makes your fingers numb and you’ll want to let go just to feel the warmth of your pockets. But you must remember: (Do not let the flag fall from your hand)." UДџur IЕџД±lak BayraДџД± Elden BД±rakma

Mustafa was a man of few words, but his hands told stories of resilience. He had lived through seasons of drought and years of plenty, always with a steady gaze toward the horizon. Ali rushed out into the rain