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.
