When I first held this book in my hands, I immediately sensed that it was not merely a naive, touching love story. Perhaps it was something far beyond that. It was like a window opening into the secret world of a human being—a sanctuary that felt as though it ought to remain hidden, yet invited the reader in.In every sentence, there was the throbbing of a silent heart. In every line, the heavy yet elegant traces of loneliness, longing, and acceptance lingered. This story was a journey where one confronts oneself, touching the most fragile corners of the soul.While I was translating these pages, I read the author's life story, and it shook me to my core. I felt as if a sapling, destined to bear so much more fruit, had been uprooted. He was murdered in a dark forest at a young age; his body left there, solitary, for days.That is why today, as I present this book to the reader, I wish to speak not only as a translator but as a reader and a fellow human being:I say, let us not leave him alone today.I bow in respect to this man who revealed the "e;Demon Within"e; (İçimizdeki Şeytan) to us and bequeathed the masterful portrayal of the backstreets of an era through "e;Yusuf of Kuyucak"e; (Kuyucaklı Yusuf). If every sentence that filtered from his pen can still touch our hearts today, it is a testament not only to the immortality of literature but to the human spirit itself.As you read this book, you will not merely be visiting a story; you will be a guest within a heart.And in the silence of that heart, you will find a piece of yourself.With respect...
