Outside everyone is standing waiting for her arrival, including Suleyman, standing for his Queen. She arrives and they bow. She smiles at her grandchildren, her children and then reaches her husband and bows to him and he takes her hand and leads her to his throne to sit next to him and she does. He motions for everyone to sit and start eating, Suleyman cant take his eyes off her. Hurrem watches her children and recalls her words: Mihrimah, do not ever forget, you will be responsible for our Hunkar and your brothers from now on. You must be strong. My beautiful angel. You already have what you need. Mihrimah smiles at her mother who smiles back. Then Selim looks at her. She recalls her words to him: Be purified of your fears. Fear invites anger and bad things. When the time comes be brave. You can only achieve the things you deserve with bravery. Then she looks to Beyazid: Do not lessen the mercy that is in your heart, but also give your decisions like a ruler. In order to stay alive and to achieve victory, there will always be times where you ignore your merciful side. The most important, Beyazid, is to stay alive. Whatever happens stay alive. She is smiling but her smile fades. Hurrem has also said to Sumbul: I have prepared these chests for my shehzades. They will go with Selim and Beyazid. Sumbul: What is in them? Hurrem: Do as I say, but not right now. When I have died and gone from this world, then you can send them. After my funeral. Hurrems monologue: Everyones death is in its own colour. My death is one that is wrapped in a scarlet coloured fire, of which the ground is blue and with an emerald sea. Everyones heaven is with them. Mine is a the eternal stage of flowering and emerging. It is a fruitful garden that has devoted itself to love from head to toe. I am Alexandra La Rossa. A Ukrainian slave that was sold to the Ottoman Palace. A slave that was taken from the Dinyeper River (Dnieper River) to the Black Sea. A slave whose mother, father and siblings have been killed. Every moment I pray on top of these massive waves to go to heaven and be reunited with my family. Alexandra, who at seventeen years old, learned the grief and oppressiveness of this world, and who aged one thousand years in one day, and who gave up on living, the one who had no one, Alexandra. I am Alexandra la Rossa, I have never shared my grief with anyone. I threw my pain in a deep well. I dumped them into the sea. The wave came and took them away. I answered all the things that hurt me with laughter. I only cried my tears for my family. I created a Sultana out of this slave girl. And now, I am in the place where my life and my fate changed, in Sultan Suleymans Palace. The Palace I had wanted to destroy on their heads is now my home. How could I have known that my heart that stopped for revenge, would start to beat again for love? I am Hurrem. Sultan Suleymans slave. His cariye. His Sultana. The mother of his five children. His lawfully wedded wife Hurrem. I was loved and I still gained the hatred of my enemies. I gave life (bore children) and I took it. I am the one who rose from being a slave to the top of the world. I am the one who passed through fire and ambush. I burned and I put fires out. Suleyman is helped by Suleyman down the hall with difficulty she falls into his arms like the first time they met and she says his name in that same fateful hallway :( and smiles and then he takes her hand and leads her forward. Down the hall they go until they come to the corridor outside his room. He yells for help and they take her to her bed then he yells for the doctor. But she whispers his name. I am leaving. Do not take your eyes away from my eyes. Do not let go of my hand. Continued Monologue of Hurrem: I am Hurrem Sultan. I am the soul of all the women in the world. And all of my being is hidden in the love of the ruler of my heart. Hurrem: Suleyman Suleyman: Tell me Sultanim Hurrem: Years ago you wrote a poem for me. I want to hear that. Suleyman: My musk, my amber, my being, my love, my shining moon, My closest friend, the one I share my secrets with, my being, the chief of beauty, my beautiful sultana. My life, my existence, my wine of Kevser (a river in paradise), my heaven, My spring, my happiness, my love, my rose, oh my rose that smiles. My sycamore tree, my orator, the one that I look at, My vegetable garden with roses. My wish, my most valuable pearl, My morning, my conversation, my evening! My happiness, my celebration, my amusing council, My resin, my sun, my candle! My orange, my pomegranate, the one, who in the evening, is the light that I reunite with lovingly in my chambers, My intelligent one, my efendi, the one that is hidden away, the one that is clear. My counsel, my Sultan, my Badishah, my leader, My life in this worldly nation! My plant, my sugar, my treasure! My happiness in this world! My beloved, my Yusuf (Prophet Joseph, who is considered to be the most beautiful human being ever created)... My life, my existence, the home in my soul, My Istanbul, my Karaman (another province in the Ottoman Empire), my love that is worth more than everything contained within Rome. My Badakhshan (Afghani/Tajik province), my Kipchak (a Khaganate), my Baghdad, my Khorasan, My love with beautiful hair, bow- shaped eyebrows, eyes that burn and are mischievous, I am addicted! If I die, you would be responsible for it, because you tormented me by entering by blood, help me, oh my unbelievably beautiful love. At your door, I constantly compliment you, I praise you, it is as if I have been assigned the duty of constantly flatter/ praise you. My heart is filled with grief, my eyes are filled with tears, I am Muhibbi (literally meaning the one who loves), I, the man who loves... He cant take it. How can he? Hurrem? He calls her name over and over and then lifts her up and holds her close and cries. Suleyman continues: My heart is filled with grief, my eyes are filled with tears, I am Muhibbi (literally meaning the one who loves), I, am happy ..
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 03:52:10 +0000