He learned the melodies of the old dengbêj (storytellers), hoping his music would eventually reach her ears.

Years later, the song of Azad and Xecê became a legend in Merga. It was said that whenever the wind blew through the mountain passes, you could still hear the echo of a tembûr and a voice singing about a love that was as enduring as the stones of the earth.

Azad had lived in Merga his entire life, but seeing Xecê that evening felt like waking up from a long, colorless sleep. He watched as she balanced a silver pitcher on her shoulder, her movements fluid and graceful.