"Ayni gece, ilk kisa oykumu yazdim. Otuz dakikami aldi. Sihirli bir kase bulan ve gozyaslarini bu kasenin icine akittigi zaman yaslarin inci tanelerine donustugunu goren bir adamin hikayesiydi. Ama yoksulluguna karsin mutlu biri olan bu adam cok ender aglamaktadir. Bunun uzerine, gozyaslari sayesinde zengin olabilme umuduyla, aglamak icin kendini zorlamaya, her yolu denemeye baslar. Inciler yigildikca, hirsi bilenir. Oyku, bir inci tepesinin üzerinde elinde bicak, kucaginda da biricik karisinin dogranmis bedeniyle oturan adamin, hickirarak aglamasiyla bitiyordu." Halit Huseyni, Ucurtma Avcisi
"That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms."
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