Uдџur Iеџд±lak Bayraдџд± Elden Bд±rakma -

"Grandfather," Ali asked, watching the rhythmic movement of the cloth, "why do you care for it so much? It’s just a piece of metal."

As the first light of dawn broke the grey clouds, the storm subsided. The flag, though soaked and lashed by the wind, remained high, its crescent and star gleaming against the rising sun. Mustafa looked down at his grandson’s muddy hands and smiled. UДџur IЕџД±lak BayraДџД± Elden BД±rakma

Ali rushed out into the rain. He didn't ask questions. He simply stepped beside Mustafa and gripped the pole with his small, firm hands. Together, they stood against the invisible force of the sky. "Grandfather," Ali asked, watching the rhythmic movement of

"There will be days," Mustafa said, his voice like grinding stones, "when the wind tries to tear it from your hands. There will be nights when the cold makes your fingers numb and you’ll want to let go just to feel the warmth of your pockets. But you must remember: (Do not let the flag fall from your hand)." Mustafa looked down at his grandson’s muddy hands