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He closed his eyes, the melody of Müslüm’s voice echoing in his head. The years could take his youth, his sight, and his strength. But they could never take the love he chose to keep.

Ali stepped out onto the sidewalk as the sun began to dip behind the skyscrapers. He looked at the younger generation rushing past, their eyes glued to glowing screens, their lives measured in pixels rather than pulses. They were "winning" the race against time, but to Ali, they looked exhausted. MГјslГјm GГјrsesВ YД±llar UtansД±n

The sound was small, but in the silence of the shop, it was a roar. Ali smiled. He hadn't conquered time, and he hadn't escaped the pain of the years. But he had decided that he would no longer be a victim of the calendar. If the years were going to pass, they would have to do so on his terms. He closed his eyes, the melody of Müslüm’s

"Let the years be ashamed," he muttered to the wind, a line from the old song humming in his mind. Ali stepped out onto the sidewalk as the