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dreams while it provided help to those in need. Turkey had allowed Elih to run itself, diverting government funds to other cities that did not have such generous benefactors, forgetting about the insular eastern city. The Osmans gave generously, saying Allah had given them the mission of caring for his people, and their reward in Heaven and on Earth would outshine any loss their company incurred. The company pulled profits every year, despite the outpouring of funds.
The night tragedy and shame fell upon the Osman family, Recai had been frightened. His parents never fought and his mother certainly never raised her voice. He had laid in bed, listening as their angry words filtered though the cabin, muted so that he could not make out their meaning. Once they stopped and he heard his father slam the door to his quarters, Recai crawled out of bed to investigate. On deck he found his mother, dressed in blue, standing on the helm of the boat. He watched as she held out her arms, embracing the ancient Kurdish god. Her people knew loss, they knew oblivion and abandonment, but Recai had never seen his mother look so empty.
There was no discernible shift in her body or change in the direction of the wind. There was nothing to indicate that suddenly everything would change. Recai screamed as his mother stepped off the edge into the open sea, its ebony abyss swallowing her before he even reached the railing.
Baris disappeared under suspicion of foul play. Recai watched the media declare his father a murderer and a coward. He knew his mother had jumped, but he was too young to speak out and defend his father's reputation. And, in truth, some part of him wondered if perhaps his father wasn't to blame. Alone with his questions and fears his heart turned away from the warmth of his community.
The suspicion was enough to give Yilmaz the ammunition he needed to declare that Elih needed a ruler who would follow Shariah law. He campaigned against the absent Baris because the only one he really needed to defeat was the icon of a savior.
Recai watched as Yilmaz abused and inflated the teachings of Islam, but he was unable to protest. Over the years his own faith faded, unable to keep its spark under the assault of lies from the RTK. He had money but no power. He had knowledge but no wisdom. Recai's grief over the loss of his mother had dulled over the years. While he never understood her reasons, he believed his mother loved him despite taking her own life. But he'd never moved past the loss of his father.
Recai inherited the business after his father left. In the face of all of the controversy surrounding Pinar's death, the money stopped flowing. Corporate leaders ran their businesses tightly, ceasing the abundant loans and demanding repayment on strict terms. People who had been promised help with their businesses were abandoned to their own means, and Recai grew up surrounded by his parents' wealth as family after family fell into poverty.
Schools decayed and sat deserted as the lofty aspirations of social services were forgotten. The city had no choice but to close everything down. Embittered and angry, the people of the city needed a new hero. Recai was barely a teenager when the community turned to the stricter interpretations of their religion. They rigidly held on to the only thing they believed could save them from the spreading decimation of the city. Fear and desperation drove the city straight into the ambitious arms of Mahmet Yilmaz.
And now Mayor Mahmet Yilmaz's sixteenth unopposed term as mayor was beginning. When elected into power, the city had fallen from its prime. The loose morals and divided priorities of a people lost opened the door for corruption. Crumbling under its own weight, the city needed a savior, and Yilmaz had made sure to be the one to stand as Atlas.
In the streets of Elih, no one dared speak a word against him. His draconian tactics stifled the people's voices and minds. The slow spread of oppression
The night tragedy and shame fell upon the Osman family, Recai had been frightened. His parents never fought and his mother certainly never raised her voice. He had laid in bed, listening as their angry words filtered though the cabin, muted so that he could not make out their meaning. Once they stopped and he heard his father slam the door to his quarters, Recai crawled out of bed to investigate. On deck he found his mother, dressed in blue, standing on the helm of the boat. He watched as she held out her arms, embracing the ancient Kurdish god. Her people knew loss, they knew oblivion and abandonment, but Recai had never seen his mother look so empty.
There was no discernible shift in her body or change in the direction of the wind. There was nothing to indicate that suddenly everything would change. Recai screamed as his mother stepped off the edge into the open sea, its ebony abyss swallowing her before he even reached the railing.
Baris disappeared under suspicion of foul play. Recai watched the media declare his father a murderer and a coward. He knew his mother had jumped, but he was too young to speak out and defend his father's reputation. And, in truth, some part of him wondered if perhaps his father wasn't to blame. Alone with his questions and fears his heart turned away from the warmth of his community.
The suspicion was enough to give Yilmaz the ammunition he needed to declare that Elih needed a ruler who would follow Shariah law. He campaigned against the absent Baris because the only one he really needed to defeat was the icon of a savior.
Recai watched as Yilmaz abused and inflated the teachings of Islam, but he was unable to protest. Over the years his own faith faded, unable to keep its spark under the assault of lies from the RTK. He had money but no power. He had knowledge but no wisdom. Recai's grief over the loss of his mother had dulled over the years. While he never understood her reasons, he believed his mother loved him despite taking her own life. But he'd never moved past the loss of his father.
Recai inherited the business after his father left. In the face of all of the controversy surrounding Pinar's death, the money stopped flowing. Corporate leaders ran their businesses tightly, ceasing the abundant loans and demanding repayment on strict terms. People who had been promised help with their businesses were abandoned to their own means, and Recai grew up surrounded by his parents' wealth as family after family fell into poverty.
Schools decayed and sat deserted as the lofty aspirations of social services were forgotten. The city had no choice but to close everything down. Embittered and angry, the people of the city needed a new hero. Recai was barely a teenager when the community turned to the stricter interpretations of their religion. They rigidly held on to the only thing they believed could save them from the spreading decimation of the city. Fear and desperation drove the city straight into the ambitious arms of Mahmet Yilmaz.
And now Mayor Mahmet Yilmaz's sixteenth unopposed term as mayor was beginning. When elected into power, the city had fallen from its prime. The loose morals and divided priorities of a people lost opened the door for corruption. Crumbling under its own weight, the city needed a savior, and Yilmaz had made sure to be the one to stand as Atlas.
In the streets of Elih, no one dared speak a word against him. His draconian tactics stifled the people's voices and minds. The slow spread of oppression
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