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        Emine Hatun

        Celebi Mehmed’s wife Emine Sultana lies on golden colored satin sheets, under silk blankets that are decorated with precious stones. Heavy red-velvet curtains, embroidered with gold and silver threads hang on the windows, sheltering the Sultana from the...

        The Story Behind

        Emine Hatun

        Celebi Mehmed’s wife Emine Sultana lies on golden colored satin sheets,
        under silk blankets that are decorated with precious stones. Heavy red-velvet
        curtains, embroidered with gold and silver threads hang on the windows,
        sheltering the Sultana from the outside world. The warm air is redolent of
        the perfume of roses and carnations. The gazelle-eyed daughter of
        Dulkadiroğlu Mehmed has been installed in this handsome room after the birth
        of her son, the Crown-Prince Murat. It is midnight in the spring of 1404. The
        candles have been snuffed out, but the lone great golden candlestick burns
        into the night. Two tired concubines are sleeping on pillows on the floor.
        The melodious sound of water sprinkling from the marble fountain in the
        courtyard wafts into the room. Emine Sultana is too excited to sleep. Her
        hennaed hair flows freely down to her shoulders. She leans on her feather
        pillow. She allows herself to dream about her future glory. Occasionally she
        casts a shy glance at little Murat who is sleeping, wrapped in the yellow
        swaddling clothes of an infant. She is dreaming of the day that he will have
        ascended to the throne of the Ottoman Sultanate. She imagines the power that
        will be bestowed upon her because she is the mother of this innocent baby-boy.
        In this rosy dream, her heart flies far away to the magnificent palace in
        Bursa, the original capital of the Ottoman Empire.

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