Code of Disjointed Letters: ( Doomsday Will Arise From the Past by JT Alblood Page A

merged together. Other water drops were now moving toward the water drops already hanging in the air, displaying colors and shapes that mankind had never before seen or imagined.
    As the suras continued being read, and the number of drops changed by the suras’ resonances got closer to 114, a figure began to appear in the middle of the room. It was a hypercube, one that I’d heard about in books but could never visualize, even in my dreams. The cube was four-dimensional cube and formed by amazing colors. It looked like a computer that had different pages of information on each plane. As this masterpiece took shape right in front of our eyes, hanging in the air as if to challenge all the laws of physics, we experienced a feeling beyond astonishment.
    We were so stunned that we didn’t notice the sudden arrival of a number of uniformed officers. Breaking the door, they entered with shouts of “Cut the broadcast immediately! Stop everything!” We stood still as they unplugged the device and tried to turn it off. Then chaos ensued.
    A BBM coordinator ran in, screaming, “What do you think you’re doing?!” He grabbed Feryal by her shoulders and began to beat her. Hıdır rushed to protect the professor from the coordinator, but I couldn’t move and I didn’t know why. My body and mind were suddenly overcome with exhaustion and I remained still.
    I was losing consciousness and my sense of time and space were disappearing. Through my misty vision, I saw Hidir and Feryal on the floor, covered in blood and about to collapse. Before I knew it, everyone else had left and I was alone. Had I won? I wanted to stand up, yell, and fight, but I was too far away to succeed.
    The door opened, and suddenly I noticed that my bonds were untied, and I could move. I proceeded toward a lighted corridor.
     
    Elif
     
    It was the most comfortable, peaceful, and happiest period of my life. Istanbul was a very beautiful city, and every moment in the city warmed and welcomed me like a good friend. I was a young assistant at the university, making my wedding plans while trying to finish my thesis in the department of foreign languages. Life hadn’t showed me its challenges yet, and I was indulging in all the excitement of youth.
    I went to concerts and presentations or hung out with my boyfriend or went with him to enjoy the nightlife with our friends. To me, life was beautiful. I was young, my dreams were happy, and my worries about work could be easily pushed aside. My future was ahead of me, and I was proceeding joyfully.
    Then a storm came. My boyfriend got a job offer with a successful position after his graduation, and he went out to “celebrate” with my girlfriend from school. Through a bit of coincidence, I caught them. I was devastated. The man in my life and all of our future plans were now in the rubbish bin.
    Istanbul became a city of sadness. The dark water of the Bosphorus scared me with its currents and swirls. The city seemed as if each location was in another dimension or another time, and these dimensions and times were all in layers. When I was in one half of the city, the other half was always in another land—on another continent.
    But it was a city of infinite possibilities, so I remained strong until my storm passed. I did everything I could think of to pass the time. There was no one special in my life, old or new, but I wasn’t exactly alone. I met up with old friends. In the back of my mind was the cliché, “time will heal everything.”
    No matter where I was, my mind was always with me, and when I realized I couldn’t run away from my thoughts, I made a new friend: alcohol.
    I was also introduced to quanta during that time. I understood it, assimilated it, and beautifully adapted it to my life. The only thing I would give to the outside was uncertainty.
    That’s when I met Oktay.
    The research campus that led the world in conducting Turkey’s experimental studies related to quantum mechanics, and the area