This category features the complete collection of stories by Ömer Seyfettin (1884-1920), the founder and master of modern Turkish short fiction. Seyfettin revolutionized the short story genre in Turkish literature with his realistic narrative style, clear prose, strong plot construction, and surprising endings.
This collection encompasses a wide range of his works, from masterpieces such as “The Bomb” (Bomba), “The First Turkish Child” (Primo Türk Çocuğu), “The Lone Outlaw” (Yalnız Efe), “The Haunted Mansion” (Perili Köşk), “The Scythe” (Kaşağı), “Blood Money” (Diyet), and “Missed Opportunity” (Forsa), to his lesser-known early works.
Ömer Seyfettin’s stories explore themes such as national identity, the aftermath of the Balkan Wars, Anatolian life, social criticism, and human psychology. His works are indispensable to Turkish literature, valued both for their literary merit and their significance as historical and social documents.
…and slowly walked away. He disappeared on the narrow steps that resembled a deep, dark well. On the eve of Arafa, while everyone slept, he was awake as always! Bent double at the stone basin in front of the mosque […]
THE MARTYR WHO WOULD NOT SURRENDER HIS HEAD | Omer Seyfettin Read More »
The Complete Stories of Ömer Seyfettin, General Topics, Literature
Cabi Efendi, who took pride in his knowledge and expertise, was one of those wise men who read only life itself! All the neighborhood people considered him the world’s foremost scholar. With his white round beard, short stature, and portly
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The Complete Stories of Ömer Seyfettin, General Topics, Literature
“Hey İboş, is that you!” “Well, Mıstık, is that you?” “It’s me…” The two countrymen immediately embraced. They hadn’t seen each other since the day they left Macedonia. Now, to come face to face like this outside this remote little
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The Complete Stories of Ömer Seyfettin, General Topics, Literature
The great domed, cool divan was quieter and more shadowy today. The blue, purple, and ultramarine spring lights filtering through its windows were gathering and deepening in the green depths of its tiles. The weary viziers who had knelt on
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The Complete Stories of Ömer Seyfettin, General Topics, Literature
The stone mansion at the very mouth of the great flat road coming from the west was as quiet as a shrine without visitors. A white-bearded, strange, melancholy steward, leaning against the gap of the green-painted iron gate, was lost
Dervish Hasan suddenly stopped. With his dirty, torn sleeves he wiped the sweat from his forehead. A hot June sun was scorching and roasting the world like a gratuitous affliction. Since morning he had been walking for four hours without
It had been perhaps an hour since they had risen from dinner. The husband and wife drank their coffee, as always, on the balcony of the waterside mansion. The moon, resembling a silver tray from which everything had been wiped
“What’s that? The novel you’re writing?” “No.” “Then what?” “A few epics.” “About war?” “About the lives of old heroes.” My young relative, who had gained fame very quickly, sat down beside me informally. At the beginning of the war,
“From their spears, from their flags… They also have two cannons with them.” “What will we do now?” “God is generous… There’s no hurry. We’ll think.” Two hours later, the noisy army of knights had thoroughly surrounded the castle. Barhan
He was listening to what his steward, who had knelt before him, was telling. This man, who had galloped into the camp half an hour ago, was an old, fat soldier. It had been weeks now since he had taken
