Agaxan smiled, his eyes crinkling. "In our land, Emin, love is not just found; it is forged. If she is truly a piece of your heart, your hands will know how to find the rest of it. Go to the workshop. Create something that speaks what your lips cannot."
"I saw you making this," she said softly, stepping closer. "I passed by your window late last night and saw you working by candlelight. You looked so determined." 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. Agaxan smiled, his eyes crinkling
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. Go to the workshop
That evening, Emin sat with his grandfather, Agaxan, on their rooftop overlooking the glowing Flame Towers. The old man noticed the boy staring blankly at his glass of pear-shaped armudu tea.