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One afternoon, Dammad found Mammad standing in the courtyard, staring at Dadaş’s prized antique silver samovar, which was now missing its ornate handle. Dadaş felt the heat rising in his neck, his face turning a shade of pomegranate red.

Dadaş took a deep breath, trying to remember the lessons of the play he loved so much. He closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Hicran tamaşası... don't be a Dadaş today." Hicran Tamasasi HirslЙ™nmЙ™ Basa Sal

Mammad beamed, reaching into his pocket. "With this!" He pulled out a roll of bright blue electrical tape. One afternoon, Dammad found Mammad standing in the

Instead of exploding, Dadaş simply sat down, put his head in his hands, and laughed. "In the play, it’s a comedy," he whispered. "In my life, it’s a tragedy." Dadaş simply sat down