It is July of 1444. Sultan Murad Khan, signs a treaty with the Hungarians. The Senate of Venice, aiming to drive the Ottomans out of Rumelia, persuades the Hungarian King to renege.All of Europe is united in opposing the Ottoman Empire. Murad sets out for war, which lasts many months on Balkan soil. Finally victorious, the Sultan heads home. His exultant news is announced with cannonades from the top of Kesiş Mountain. Bursa, the capital city, resounds with joy. Velvet banners are hung down from the palace’s walls, to welcome the return of their glorious Sultan.
Murad, salutes his people but does not linger. He is anxious to see his beloved wife, Hüma Hatun. She is breezily dressed in her unbuttoned long dress which is embroidered with golden thread in a design of clouds on a pale- rose sky. Tears well up in the bright green eyes of this mother of the future conqueror of Istanbul. Then, she smiles sensually and embraces her husband with her naked arms. She caresses Sultan Murad’s tanned face with her own velvet-smooth cheeks, her pink welcoming lips. She is all tenderness and love. She murmurs: “ The star of my happiness ! Put your hand on my heart and feel how fast it beats.”
Hüma, who founded ”Hatuniye School” at her own expense, now rests in peace in her mausolcum which was constructed by her husband.