A story of love without Qaf, without Shin, without dots

Love with Mustafa Mastoer is synonymous with sadness, and it is an authentic deep sadness in which a person drowns "up to his forehead"; due to his complete inability to realize this love, or even be in it. And despite the person's awareness of his incapacity, and the dominance of sadness over him as a result of this total surrounding incapacity; he does not cease to "imagine" love and then suffer its miscarriage. Rather, he may sometimes kill driven by this strange feeling (fear of scarcity!). To make this narrator's stories—about sadness and about killing—fundamentally considered stories about divinity, and about human absolute helplessness in the face of an unalterable fate that has no reprieve. In this story collection, the threads of imagined love—despite their different types—are torn apart one after another by sadness, by killing, and by the scales of fate, revealing this emotional director, which many bet on; as a complex confusion rather than a magical solution to existential dilemmas. Here, the marginalized director in a hidden world is manifested—distant and remote—in the sound of the faint call to prayer emanating from afar, as if it were a repeated, shy signal to what he did not permit himself to declare, even though he was insistent on "embedding" it into the details of daily life; perhaps someone will notice it.