Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤qardasimрџљвќ¤ May 2026
Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future."
"I took a night job at the warehouse in the city three months ago," Tural said. "And I sold my laptop. I can use the library's computers. This is enough to cover the next three months of the loan." Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤QardasimрџЉвќ¤
Elvin sighed, not looking up. "I’ll handle it, Tural. You just focus on your exams. You’re going to be the engineer this family needs. I’ll find a way to keep the shop going." Elvin felt a lump in his throat
Elvin sat at the old wooden desk, head in his hands. He didn't hear the door creak open. It was Tural, his younger brother. Tural was only nineteen, a student in the city, usually full of jokes and laughter. But today, his face was serious. "And I sold my laptop
Tural stood up and walked around the desk, pulling his older brother into a tight embrace. "Sən mənim hər şeyimsən. But from now on, you don't carry this alone. , and now, I will be yours."