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Every day, Emin worked hard. The fire of the forge kept his mind busy. He would laugh with the other smiths and haggle with the merchants. But the evening was his enemy.

When the distractions of work fade, leaving only the "dord" (pain/worry). Yene Axsam Oldu Qem Qelbime Doldu

Here is a story of a craftsman named Emin, inspired by the soul of those words. Every day, Emin worked hard

Emin smiled sadly. "Some things can only be seen when the sun goes away. The day belongs to the world, but the evening belongs to the heart. And my heart is a heavy vessel that only fills when the sky turns dark." Yene Axsam Oldu Qem Qelbime Doldu