6 months passed.Yusuf was still alive but very weakened due to his incurable desease.During this time,Selim had been studying Greek every evening and in 6 months,he could fluently speak and write in Greek.At the end of March of 1782,Yusuf passed away.Yusuf and Zehra were sitting around his bed.Zehra couldn't bear his death and slit her throat in front of Selim with her knife.She fell from the chair.Her lifeless body was on the bloody floor.Selim got up and immediately ran towards her.He yelled:
-Mother!!!No!!!Don't abandon me,please!!!
-Always be brave,my son!-Dying Zehra told Selim in Greek and passed away.
Selim shaked her several times,but when she didn't move,he realized that she was gone for good.He closed Zehra's eyes with his shivering right hand.Then,he hugged her corpse.Selim was weeping bitterly:
-You and Yusuf will always be in my memories.Rest in peace,both of you!
Selim got up,wiped his tears and hugged Yusuf's corpse.Selim's head was on Yusuf's chest and Selim saw a sheet of paper in Yusuf's pocket.
-"What is this?"-He thought for himself and took out the paper.
Selim opened it and saw that something was written in Ottoman Turkish with Arabic letters.Selim read it carefully.This is what was written on this sheet of paper:
"Mustafa,
I have a favour to ask.I know,that I will die soon.Zehra won't let herself live after my death,I am already aware of that.Therefore,please don't abandon my son-Selim.He is not my blood and flesh,however,the time I spent with this boy was the most precious and happiest in my whole life.He is only 7 years old.He needs your guidance.Don't let him skip his lessons in his school.I have no doubt,that one day,this little boy will be someone peculiar and memorable.
Yusuf
01.03.1782"
Selim got up,put the letter in his shirt's pocket and went out.He directly headed towards Mustafa's house.