Hamid Fall Nahid Seri Orek Original

I leave this land as I received it, without giving anyone an inch, leaving my services at God's discretion.

On the morning of Tuesday, April 27, 1909, as the echoes of strong cannons reverberated from the palace walls, Hamid sat in the small hall busy with his books and papers as if he could not hear the cannon sounds. The door was wide open, and four entered, stood in front of him, and greeted him briefly, to which he responded similarly: "The people have deposed you..." His eyes didn't leave the sight of his uncle's body on the floor, bleeding after being found killed in the palace with his wrists slit, a clear indication that the blood was not of the palace's first sultan for sure. When Abdul Hamid ascended the throne, the roots of that towering tree weakened over time, turning the empire into a dying patient, enticing the greedy with its inheritance. "Here we are, swept by the current, coming and going, may God make the future better."