He was known as a music producer. But he was a very responsible person who was extremely interested in the place he worked in as well as his job. They were going towards Rumeli Fortress with the singer who was going to give a concert. While the young singer was excited about the moment she would appear before the audience, the arranger was in his own mood:

-Let me tell you something? Have you ever thought about the history of Rumeli Fortress, where we are going to sing right now?

-No?... It's a place where people sing... My whole dream was to perform there. Thanks to you, I got it.

-You're going to scream as loud as you can on stage, right?

-What do you mean, master? Can you speak clearly? Get that shit out of your mouth...

-Look girl, I was doing research on the Citadel before coming yesterday. I gained some historical information. Do you know what this Citadel used to be? It was a dungeon. Yes, a dungeon...

-I can't believe it... Is it serious?

-Yes... Prisoners were kept in the dungeons in Rumeli Fortress. And who knows how many laments and tears would flow from these dungeons against the Bosphorus you see?

-Believe me, I feel weird... I feel sorry for the oppressed the most...

-The Ottomans were truly an interesting nation...

-Now what does this have to do with the Ottomans?

-Like this... The state protects the rule of law and puts the guilty in prison.

-So?

-But the people of the same state are establishing foundations to make these prisoners read the Holy Quran and pray for them to be rescued and reunited with their children as soon as possible. As the music producer shifted gears, he said one last thing:

-You know, there are animal lovers today... They don't know either.

-What?

es Seyyid Hacı Mustafa Foundation, established in the Rumeli Hisarı district, and this foundation; stipulate that fresh bread will be bought every day and fed to stray animals...

-Is it the foundation that gives bread to stray animals?... Hah ha ha...

-Don't laugh, girl... here are the notes I keep in the glove compartment... Open them and read them. The singer girl pulled out the glove box... She took the notes compiled from the source by the curious arranger...

He started reading in a low voice: “Hacı Mustafa, son of the foundation owner Hacı Mustafa: Descendant of the Prophet, that is, es-Sayyid; al-Hajj... Establishment, Hijri 1238 (Gregorian 1778)....”