“Ya Rab! Her blue eyes… How could anyone resist her marvellous eyes?”, he thought to himself and looked away to come to his senses. He was used to the Damascene beauty the women in his family were renowned for, especially for their porcelaine like skin. She was so different – a blue-eyed European lady. So exotic!
Istanbul… City of Energy, City of Love
Rosary Rose,
Deploy her in the very place where it all began …
To the City of Energy, the City of Love.