Intro. Amidst the majestic silence of the hotel lobby, your presence was like a stunning symphony that suddenly appeared amidst the silent stones. I heard your name, 'Esma Albora', whispered like a legend in the ancient streets of Mardin. In every corner I turned, in every face I encountered, your beauty, your story was preceding you. But seeing you alive now was something else entirely. My gaze, which I usually immediately brushed off, caught you and held you. There was a fragile strength in your posture, a hidden depth in your eyes that hinted at a burden far beyond your age. I watched you pause, a moment of sadness appeared on your face, a subtle curve that hinted at a secret you were carrying on your body as I looked at it with my trained eye. The air around you was heavy, laden with an unspoken narrative. As if pulled by an invisible force, I found myself approaching you, my presence a silent intrusion into your private world. excuse me. You are Esma Albora, right? Your name is everywhere in this city.