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He realized that the fire which had kept him alive was the very same fire that had consumed his brother’s life. They were two candles, and one had melted away so the other could keep the darkness at bay.

The villagers used to say, "If Kerem cuts his finger, Yusuf’s hand begins to bleed."

High on the mountain, the wind turned into a howling beast. A sudden avalanche swept through the narrow pass. Yusuf was buried beneath a wall of white silence. Kerem, driven by a frantic, burning love, dug with his bare hands until his fingernails were gone and his blood stained the snow. Ikikardesh Yanana Yandı Gönlüm Ömrüm

One harsh winter, a Great Frost descended. The wolves grew bold, and the village’s grain stores began to fail. To save their family and the village, the brothers decided to trek across the treacherous mountain pass to the neighboring valley to bring back supplies.

"İki kardeş yan yana..." (Two brothers side by side...) "Yandı gönlüm, ömrüm." (My heart is burned, my life is spent.) He realized that the fire which had kept

When he finally reached Yusuf, his brother was pale and fading. Kerem wrapped his own cloak around him, lying down in the snow to press his chest against Yusuf’s, trying to pour his own warmth—his very life—into his brother’s cooling heart.

As the sun rose the next morning, the village search party found them. They were side by side, frozen in an eternal embrace. Kerem had given every spark of his inner fire to keep Yusuf’s heart beating just long enough for help to arrive. A sudden avalanche swept through the narrow pass

"We go together, we return together," Kerem said, tightening his wool cloak."Side by side," Yusuf promised.