Nazım

Teyze Fatma// the iron lady

So basically I'm planning for the update schedule to be at least once each week [Fridays, Fridays, Fridays!].

Hope you all likes its [in sha Allah]! Criticism's welcome =)

Turkish Dictionary:
Selam aleyküm-[Asalamualaykum-(arabic)]- peace be upon you [greeting for Muslims]
Hoş geldiniz-rough translation, basically means 'welcome'.
Hoş bulduk- the reply [we came well]
elhamdülilah- [alhamdulilah-(arabic)]- all praise is due to God. Rough translation basically just means thank God.
Büyükanne- grandmother
Teyze- Aunt from the mother's side.

Lemme know if I missed anything. For those of you who don't know, ma sha Allah=God has willed and in sha Allah= if God wills.

Now that we're done with that shtuff.

[istanbul'a hoş geldiniz]

T E Y Z E
F A T M A
{the iron lady}

After nine hours of lifting heavy sacks of flour and having to drive a slow truck across the entire town, Nazım's muscles ached with every movement he made. Before doing the work, he had quickly wrapped his bad foot in bandages and shoved on his shoe. It wasn't so bad; there was more aching in his foot than anything else, but it was still okay. However, there was really only one thing he was paying most attention to as he worked.

He had missed an entire day of school.

It didn't cause much reaction with him. Just an odd feeling that wore away with the work he had been doing. But soon that work came to an end, and he paid his debt to Birant, the owner of the bakery. He offered another opening to Nazım-- except this time it was paid-- the next time he needed the money, which would probably be soon.

Nesrin's ankle was in a wrapped bandage, and even then she could still barely walk. She kept her injury inconspicuous, to prevent any further questioning from Murat or Birant, as did Nazım.

Birant offered the truck to Nazım to deliver an order to a family restaurant a few miles away, and Nazım had happily accepted. Not in the sense he wanted to work, but he could have taken the truck to Teyze Fatma's after delivering the order and make further plans from there. It was a thought brewing in his mind for several minutes before he actually considered doing it.

"So we're going to Teyze Fatma, right?" Nesrin asked as Nazım drove down the narrow, bumpy road. The question was lined with hope, and he could tell. They had just gotten back from delivering pastries to the restaurant and were well on their way to their aunt's house.

"Right," he answered. He looked at the two who were sitting in the back. Murat was looking excitedly out the window, and Nazım gave Nesrin a thankful smile for managing their little brother. He looked back at the road and was careful with turning left.

This was one of the few times he ever drove.

Teyze Fatma's house wasn't far-- it was in İstanbul, a city that dwarfed their miniature town of Arabah. She lived in the more rural parts, by the rivers and docks and fishermen, along with their boats. It was a small little blue house that sat on the edge of the block which was starting to a slowly ramped street. Even if the house was ever quiet, it was still easy to hear the seagulls and clanging bells from outside.

Nazım recognized it right away from the flowers just outside her door. He parked the truck in a neighboring grocery store, and took the key out of the ignition. He got out along with Nesrin and Murat and they were walking past the docks to the little blue house.