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Selim Bey’s face darkened. "You are arrogant, old man. Who do you think provides for this valley? Without my hand, you would have nothing."

One afternoon, Selim Bey rode his horse up to Yusuf’s hut. He looked at the old man’s frayed tunic and the dry bread on his table. minnet_eylemem

: Contrasting material debt with spiritual freedom. Selim Bey’s face darkened

"Yusuf," the Bey called out, his voice smooth as silk. "I see you struggling. The drought is coming. Come down to the manor. I have a room for you, and my table is always full. Why break your back on these stones when you could live in comfort under my shadow?" you would have nothing." One afternoon