Emin looked at the moon and sighed deeply. "Elə bir qız bəyənmişəm ki, baba... ürəyimin parasıdır," he whispered. "I have fallen for such a girl, grandfather... she is a piece of my heart. I do not even know her name, yet I feel incomplete without her."
He created a magnificent copper mirror. Around its border, he engraved the delicate waves of the Caspian Sea, intertwining with blooming pomegranate flowers. But the true masterpiece was the back of the mirror. Using the finest chisels, he hammered the exact skyline of the Old City, and right in the center, he engraved the words: Sən mənim ürəyimsən — You are my heart. Ele Bir Qiz Beyenmisem Ureymin Parasi
"What is troubling you, my boy?" Agaxan asked, his voice rough like old parchment. Emin looked at the moon and sighed deeply