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laid the groundwork for its promotion, nor even talked about it. But you have already thrown yourself into the most difficult situation: a live broadcast. A little bit of logic would have been good, but no, you lead with your chin!”
    People in the studio stared at her; the assistant made a muting sign and showed her an empty seat. Then, everyone turned back to the panel and waited for my response.
    I turned to the cameras. “First, good evening everyone,” I said. I had found the most ridiculous cliché to begin with. “Actually, everything I could tell you is stated in my book,” I continued now in a mumble.
    “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?” Mr. Tahsin said to me with a facile grin. “Doctors of medicine must have a special interest in the finding of a code in our holy book.” He was trying to make the audience forget his earlier defeat by drawing attention to me, his new victim.
    Hiding my displeasure, I answered with a slight sigh. “My profession aside, I am a human being. A human being that thinks. I feel an urge to share my thoughts with other people. Moreover, the only advantage of my profession in this case is that it brings me a scientific perspective and the ability to perform a systematic analysis.”
    I had gotten a grip on the topic now. Since I held the cards, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to explain my findings. “It all began with a question.” I began reciting the lines that I had memorized on the way to the studio.
    When I began to talk about the transparent sheets—which I had used while discovering the code—I began to gain the audience’s attention. My passion for the subject propelled me as I pointed at the book in my hands and showed its pages to the camera. Everything was going fine, and the atmosphere was calmer now, but I could see Elif losing her patience. Before I could finish, Elif stood up, and, because it was a live broadcast, suddenly the producers and crew had panicky looks on their faces. However, they were too late to stop her.
    Elif stepped into the shot, put her hand on the table and, in a calm but frustrated tone, said, “Oktay, my dear, can we go now?” It was not a question.
    I looked at her, considered the cameras, and wondered if I could still do something to pull it all together. I continued to talk.
    “Here is Elif, who is the light of my life. She is the only one who has supported me throughout my writing process…” My hand was raised in the air toward Elif, who, along with the confused looks of the audience, the helpless and frustrated looks of the assistants and other personnel, was on full display in a live broadcast.
    Elif spoke louder now, “You’re not ready yet. You’ve still got time. You came here without informing me. You will make a fool of yourself and of me.” I supposed she was right. I was a doctor and writer who was being scolded live on television—no matter what she said now, my reputation had already been ruined.
    The host attempted to save the situation. “Ma’am, we’re live at the moment and discussing very important issues,” he said.
    Elif raised her voice and began to yell.
    The cleric, sitting beside me with all his courtesy and dignity, spoke to Elif as well. “Young lady, please sit down and calm yourself. The things happening here—”
    As he was trying to put his hand on Elif’s shoulder, I also tried to hold her, and, in the midst of the struggle, the cleric inadvertently struck Elif’s face.
    There was a moment of complete silence. Then, a thin line of blood appeared between Elif’s nose and mouth.
    She ignored all of the forthcoming apologies and excuses. I was sure the camera was zooming in on all our faces, especially Elif’s. Time had stopped, and I really didn’t know what to do. I was paralyzed. Elif tried to wipe the blood away with the back of her hand. Then she took my hand and growled, “The show is over!”
    I’d never seen Elif that angry before. As for me, I felt like a kid who had