I love all of you. You are my brothers and sisters. You fill my heart with hope of a brighter tomorrow and for this I owe you all my admiration and respect. I am not joking.
Careful, Arzu hanım. You don't want bearded salafis chasing you with their celestial sausages do you, my sugarplum? One must always consider contingencies, no matter how thrilling the jouissance of an enraged student from Riyadh mounting you in such an uncouth manner and climaxing in under 2 minutes is.
I suggest you change your name to xaisha, my sweet. You don't want to put down your bağlama and stick to drinking unfermented grape juice, do you?