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HİBETULLAH ÇELEBİ
(  Tulumcu  )

With a dream of a moonless night, his life had been destroyed. Attraction of the face aparted him of everything and nothing could draw his attention. This poor sleepless guy moved from Basra to Baghdad with the hope that he would meet that face in the starry bright night. He was exhausted in every passing moment. And then he told that he came to İstanbul with a trader. We met him in a coffeehouse of porters. Next to his chair, we saw the woven basket full of colorful representation clothes. We heard that the leader sent a message informing that they were coming on the second Friday and he was very happy. We didn't ask him about the dream, just drank our tea.