Mehdi Sadiq Г— Noton Kimdй™n File

The Caspian wind howled through the narrow alleys of Icherisheher, carrying the scent of salt and old stone. Mehdi leaned against a crumbling wall, his shadow stretching long under the flickering streetlamps. Beside him, Noton adjusted his collar, looking out over the city lights that glittered like fallen stars.

the story in a different genre (e.g., noir, sci-fi, or abstract). Translate it into Azerbaijani. Mehdi Sadiq Г— Noton KimdЙ™n

Mehdi looked at a faded poster on a nearby door—a relic of a life they barely recognized. "We’ve walked these paths a thousand times, looking for the bridge back to how things were. But the silence is getting louder." The Caspian wind howled through the narrow alleys