Tonight, he was preparing to play a tune he hadn't touched in years: "Tu Bela Serî Minî" (You are the trouble of my head), a classic Kurdish folk song known for its raw emotional weight.
As he sang, he wasn't singing to the few patrons sipping their coffee. He was singing to the memory of that chaotic love, to the sleepless nights and the sudden, breathless joy. The acoustic arrangement stripped away everything but the raw emotion—just his voice, the wooden box, and the truth.
Arjen closed his eyes, his fingers finding the familiar chords. The first notes fell into the quiet room—slow, deliberate, and aching.
"Tu bela serê minî..." he began, his voice barely a whisper before gaining strength.
The song was an argument with his own heart. The lyrics spoke of a love that was both a blessing and a bane—a bela that hung over him, making him weak and strong simultaneously.
