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As the call to prayer began to echo from a dozen minarets, harmonizing over the water, Selim took a final sip of tea. He stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and began to walk. For the first time in years, he wasn't rushing. He was just moving with the tide.

Across the water, the silhouette of the stood like a lonely sentinel. To his left, the Bosphorus Bridge began to glow with violet lights, a string of pearls draped over the neck of the city. Watch b0Дџazda

She stood up, adjusted her shawl, and walked away into the winding streets of the old neighborhood. As the call to prayer began to echo

"Which one do I follow?" he asked, surprised by his own honesty. harmonizing over the water