His son, Selim, sat across from him. They hadn’t spoken in three years. Selim had his mother’s soft eyes and Ferman’s stubborn jaw, a combination that had always made Ferman look away in guilt.
"I want you to be free," Ferman replied, finally looking his son in the eye. "Every time you look at a headstone, you’re looking backward. I’ve spent my whole life carrying the weight of my father’s ghost. I won't let you carry mine. If I’m gone, I’m gone. Don’t bring flowers to a piece of marble just to feel better about a life we didn't live together." Ferman Akdeniz Ben Г–lГјrsem MezarД±ma Gelme
Ferman Akdeniz lay under the earth, alone and finally successful: he had become the first man in his lineage to die without leaving a burden behind. His son, Selim, sat across from him
Selim winced as if struck. "Is that what you want? To be forgotten?" "I want you to be free," Ferman replied,