Joy never comes early

This trust, which Salih was so passionate about, he never saw her snow-white face, and she was neither a backer nor a supporter for him in his work when adversity hardened him. Why should a trustworthy person, if his trustworthiness be challenged, be consumed by pain and sweat from misery in order to defend his trustworthiness? Until the misery of the soul and honesty became inseparable. Misery is the companion of trust. And honesty might be a trick of conscience, perhaps