Emin stood frozen. It felt as if a physical thread had just been pulled from his chest and tied to her retreating figure.
"I was looking for a missing piece," Emin said, finding his courage. "A piece of my heart that walked by my shop three days ago." Ele Bir Qiz Beyenmisem Ureymin Parasi
The girl blushed, a smile blooming on her face that rivaled the beauty of the spring morning. "My name is Leyla," she said. "And I am Emin," he replied, smiling back. Emin stood frozen
"What is troubling you, my boy?" Agaxan asked, his voice rough like old parchment. "A piece of my heart that walked by my shop three days ago
He created a magnificent copper mirror. Around its border, he engraved the delicate waves of the Caspian Sea, intertwining with blooming pomegranate flowers. But the true masterpiece was the back of the mirror. Using the finest chisels, he hammered the exact skyline of the Old City, and right in the center, he engraved the words: Sən mənim ürəyimsən — You are my heart.
Emin looked at the moon and sighed deeply. "Elə bir qız bəyənmişəm ki, baba... ürəyimin parasıdır," he whispered. "I have fallen for such a girl, grandfather... she is a piece of my heart. I do not even know her name, yet I feel incomplete without her."
She walked inside, her eyes locked onto the mirror. She turned it over, tracing the engraved skyline of the city she loved, and read the words on the back. A soft gasp escaped her lips. She looked up at Emin, who was standing behind the counter, his hands covered in copper dust and his heart hammering against his ribs.