She was an Istanbul lady. He spoke so politely that it was unthinkable for his interlocutor to interrupt him.

I was going to meet with an authorized gentleman.

-Of course sir. You rest, we'll let you know right away.

The woman at the municipality's “White Table” immediately informed her supervisor. What could have been the reason why this old lady had come all the way here? The lady complained about the municipal service in her neighborhood:

You bring every service. We thank you. But although you renewed the pavements of other districts, you did not renew the pavements of our neighbourhood?

The official immediately contacted the manager of that area. There was really no pavement work done in that area. But why? He explained the reason for this with the following statement on the phone:

-Sir, the sidewalks in the neighborhood mentioned by the lady were built by a foundation in the period before the Republic and a very valuable workmanship was applied. In this respect, our municipality has protected the sidewalks in that neighborhood with the status of historical monuments.

The chief asked so the lady could hear:

-What foundation is this?

-According to the records we have, in 1845, Nakibu'l-Eşraf, named Mehmed Esad Efendi bin Ahmed Efendi, established a foundation for the construction of pavements in this region and the maintenance of the built ones.

-Nakibu'l Ashraf? What does that mean?

-Sir, in the time of the Ottomans, there were institutions that kept the birth and death records of the descendants of our Prophet and took care of their affairs. He is called the administrator of the institutions.

-OK I got it. Thank you for the information you provided.

He made eye contact with the chief, who conveyed the statement from the officer to him. He had learned that the sidewalks in the neighborhood he lived in were actually historical monuments. A sweet smile formed on his face.

-Okay, got it, sir. Good thing you didn't touch it. Let's keep our pavements like that…