Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.

Hunkarim, you will most likely never get the opportunity to read this letter that I will be carrying on my heart. I am writing this letter on the off chance that I fall into a fate that I hope will never happen. This is my wish. But if my wish does not happen, and this letter does indeed reach your hands, that would mean that you have executed me.
Oh Hunkarim, oh my dear father.
Since you are reading these sentences, you have cut out your own heart, and I have passed away from this planet of lies. Please know that your hands have been mixed with blood, and know that you have taken an innocent life. We made a promise to each other. I promised you that I would never rebel against you. And you swore that you would not execute me. I kept my promise, father, and I definitely did not rebel against you. I swear on my son Mehmet life, and I swear on my daughter Nergizsah life that I did not betray you! I will never. However, you, you went back on your word. You did the thing that you said you would never do! I am leaving this cruel worlld in where a father can kill his own son. Instead of living like an oppresor who, for the sake of his good fortune and for the power that the throne brings,
has targeted his father's life, I would rather die like someone who was wronged and appressed.
Maybe my name won't be written into the golden pages of history and nobody will speak of my victories, nor will I have a throne to preside over. Furthermore, people will write that i was a Sehzade who was a traitor. So be it. Let them write things that way. Let them hide the truth that Allah knows. One day will come where the stories of the oppressed will also be told... Maybe in a few years, or maybe in a hundreds of years, someone will tell my story. Someone will hear me and will learn the truth. And on that day justice will return to the oppressed.