War on my Heart

The city of Midyat awoke under a radiant sun, casting a golden hue over the stone houses that bore witness to centuries of history. Its cobbled streets and air filled with tradition stood as silent witnesses to the conflicts between two families whose destinies seemed entwined by tragedy: the Asians and the Demirs.

At dawn, the imposing mansion of the Asian family stood tall as a symbol of power and pride. Within its walls, the tension was palpable. Nasuh Aslan Asian, the family patriarch, sat at the head of the breakfast table, his gaze severe and his presence imposing. No one dared to speak without his permission. Every movement had to be measured, every word carefully chosen.

Bahar, with her head lowered, tried to remain invisible, as she had done all her life. She knew that her mere presence irritated her grandfather. Despite having Asian blood, to Nasuh, she would always be a stain on his honor, the living proof of the family's disgrace. He ignored her in front of others, but even the slightest mistake served as an excuse to remind her of her place.

- Are you incapable of doing anything right? - Nasuh said coldly when Bahar accidentally dropped a spoon onto the table.

The young woman swallowed hard and lowered her gaze even further. No one defended her. Not even her father, Faruk, who remained silent, afraid to challenge his father's authority. Her aunt, Zehra, was the only one who gave her a look of sympathy, but her eyes could not change Bahar's fate.

While Bahar endured humiliation at the Asian mansion, on the other side of the city, a young man was returning home after years of absence. Emir Demir stepped out of the car that had brought him back to Midyat. His heart pounded, not with excitement, but with the pent-up rage he had carried since childhood. He had grown up with a single purpose: to avenge his parents' deaths.

Since he was a child, his grandmother, Cansu Demir, had told him the story over and over again-how their family had been betrayed, how the Demir name had been stained by the Asians. According to her, his parents' deaths in that tragic accident had not been mere cruel fate, but a deliberate act by the rival family.

Cansu welcomed him proudly at the doorstep of the Demir mansion. She embraced him tightly and whispered with a mix of love and determination:

- Now is the time, Emir. The honor of the Demirs must be restored.

Emir did not reply. His dark eyes fixed on the horizon, on the land of his childhood, on the memory of his mother, whose face he could barely recall. He had not returned out of nostalgia. His return had a single purpose-to make the Asians pay for his family's suffering.