It is the summer of 1604. The scorching sun sun is overhead and beating down on the royal city. Istanbul slumbers in suspended animation. The Imperial caique with its five double masts sails from Üsküdar and approaches the palace docks at Sarayburnu.
Aboard is Aziz Mahmud Hüdayi, the most respected mystic and philosopher of his age, and a particulae favorite of young and studious Sultan Ahmed. The Sultan has summoned him to the palace to perform an ablution for the Empire. A golden water sprinkler and a silver washbowl have been prepared. The Sultan, respectful of his wise guest, reaches for the sprinkler and pours water on the aged man’s hands.
The still youthful Handan Sultana, the Sultan’s mother, stands behind a screen that is embroidered with jade and turquoise. The Circassian beauty with the almond shaped eyes and the milky complexion bears a royal crest delicately inlaid with priceless diamonds. She hands the ceremonial towel to Aziz Mahmud Hüdayi, saying: “My greatest desire is to witness one of your miracles, oh great master.”
He smiles at Handan shyly. He speaks with humility: “ Your majesty, you honor me far beyond my worth! How could I possibly improve on this miracle? The Sultan of all the Ottomans pours water on my hands and the Valide Sultana prepares my towel.” Handan Sultana smiles bashfully,exchanging tender glances with her son the Sultan.
Aziz Mahmut Hüdayi rests in peace on a lovely hill in Üsküdar contemplating the ever regenerating waters of the Bosphorus from the great beyond. All of mankind is enlightened by the eternal embrace of his limitless compassion.