Its the night of October.It was 29 October....Her birthday.Lights were everywhere.The winter breeze didn't really help anything but to bring cold on a fine night,she thought.She had a wine glass of "Rakı" in her hand.She drank a little.But she didn't get drunk.She don't usually get drunk anyway.She looked at the sky.White stars in the sky..But her eyes have black star.How ironic...She sighed.

She was really just tired of everything and just wanted to have some rest, her problem being a world power didn't help either.She was the strongest in the Balkans.She was the strongest in the Middle East.She was the strongest in the Turkic Organization.She was the strongest in the Islamic Union...She was the third most powerful country in NATO.She was ranked 8th in the world military.Yet...There were enemies on every side.It hurts...

"What even is my purpose anyway?Turan?How childish...No...that's not...Maybe Misaki milli?Nah...(tho Musul and Kerkük is still mine)....What could it be...?"

She mumbled as she looked at the rakı in her hand.She took another sip.She looked at the moon.Still silent...Only mumbling...