Sineperver Sultan

A fiery sunset has painted Istanbul crimson. The Galata Tower, Kâğıthane,
the New Mosque, Kiliç Ali’s dome, the bridges across the Golden Horn, all
seem to be crowned in flames. Sineperver Sultana’s bosom is also afire. The
young woman pines for the sole object of her desire, her husband Sultan
Abdülhamid Khan. This night she has chosen the blue silk dress with the
silver-embroidered crescent-moons that her Sultan loves the best. Her svelte
body is as thin as it was before she gave birth to her son Ahmed. Her
satin-smooth skin shimmers seductively under the sheer fabric. There is
nobility in the gaze of her enchanting eyes. The Sultana’s rosy lips murmur
with longing: “You are the essence of my life! Every time you kiss me, it is
like my very first kiss. Oh, my husband, you are the light of my eyes, the
joy of my heart! I am lost and desperate without you...” In 1780 Sineperver
Sultana builds an elegant marble fountain in Üsküdar at her own expense from
the proceeds of her farmlands. She dedicates it to her son Ahmed who died at
an early age. Both mother and son will be remembered forever with this
fountain, as fine an example of outstanding Baroque architecture as any in
the world.