In my mother's dream the boy had shown himself rich, he had been poor before, they killed my paternal uncle and threw him, there is no corpse, she is asking whether he has an enemy
Reading
Money can pass to the mother, the material distress lifts slowly. If one's right was taken, getting free. There are those who cannot bear it, and gossip.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.