BENİM HAYALİM BENİM HİKAYEM

The doors opened slowly. This time the team consisted of eight people and their name was
“Second Field Team”. Everyone had pieces of rope derived from rope in their hands. They
got in faster than the first time. It looked like a horse was chasing them. Four people in the
first team had bags in both hands. They split into two groups. Everyone went to the
predetermined corners. They slowly set the bags down and opened them. The first sound
heard in the Backroom after the fluorescent buzz was the clatter of eight bags opened
simultaneously. While one of the two people was taking the instrument out of the bag, the
other was adjusting it at the right angle and activating it. All four teams completed their work
in less than five minutes. Thanks to the cameras they placed at certain corners of the cross-
shaped walls, they were able to view an area of almost infinite length. All of the states
participating in the experiment had literally spent fortunes on these gadgets. Even the
production of one cost millions of dollars. But they were also worth their wages. It had both
image recording and motion detection, 3D mapping and sound recording features. They were
also cordless and could run continuously for a week on a single battery. It was a technology
ahead of its time. Since this was humanity's biggest step after the Moon Mission, all
possibilities had to be considered, even if it cost billions.

Researchers left the Chamber. The iron gates were closed and sealed.
First Movement – March 17, 1990

After six days and twenty-three hours, the doors opened again. The “Third Field Team”
hurried inside. This team consisted of four researchers, four engineers and four expert
soldiers. Their numbers, the measures they took and the size of the research were increasing
day by day. Within five minutes and sixteen seconds, all the instruments were assembled.
The researchers left the Room in twenty-two seconds, and the doors closed again.

After the release, the SD Cards of the instruments were connected to the computers.
“3 motions detected.”
This was the result from all the tools. There was no sound, but there was movement. The
3D Map was completed. Researchers began to watch the recordings with fear and curiosity.
“Motion 1 – 06.22PM – 10 March 1990”
“Motion 2 – 12.44AM – 13 March 1990”
“Motion 3 – 07.44PM – 17 March 1990”
The date and time of the three movements recorded on all cameras were the same on all
three cameras. That was the specialty of this place. The laws of physics did not exist here.
The records were reviewed. Results…
In each recording, darkness passed quickly in front of the camera. It could be different
entities or bodies, or it could be the same entity or object. It was unknown. The third
movement was recorded a minute before the doors opened to collect the cameras. What if
they had set the clock back five minutes? So many questions but only one answer. There was
life in the Backroom, albeit in an unknown form.
First Voice – March 24, 1990
The cameras were again collected by the Third Field Team and examined by the newly
formed "Review Team".
“1 sound detected.”
“Sound 1 – 22 March 1990”
This time there was no movement but sound. This was a remarkable improvement, as the
cameras had been programmed to ignore the sounds of fluorescents since they were first
installed. The researchers focused on the sound recording directly without looking at the
map. But they were partly disappointed.
The sound… was the sound of friction. It was as if something was rubbing against the
wall; like something was rubbing against the wall.

The second report was prepared. Personnel request was added to the report as an extra
before it was sent to the necessary people. Because it was decided to start a large-scale
mission.
Fourth Field Team – June 16, 1990

For months, neither the door had been opened nor the camera had been set up. The reason
for this was a detail that was not included in the report and that the researchers wanted to hide.
This detail was that the two maps did not match. The cameras were installed twice, and the
maps produced the first time and the second time were completely different. It wasn't a
camera error or anything. While the initial regions had not changed, the structure of the later
parts had completely changed. The plus-shaped walls had given way to labyrinth-like
corridors. Under these conditions, the experiment could have been cancelled. Curious
researchers didn't want that. This fact remained the secret of the team for months. The
limited data obtained during this period were reviewed. Now that living things were
involved, the safety of researchers had to be ensured. That's why the "Fourth Field Team"
was formed. It was a huge team of thirty people. It contained twenty expert soldiers who had
proven themselves in real combat. Even if what they were dealing with was a creature that
transcended the laws of physics, they “had to” take precautions.

The team entered the Room. Ropes derived from a single red thread were tied around
everyone's waist. First, the cameras were installed. Then the team started to move forward.
They went on and on and on and on... Finally, they came to the beginning of the maze that
appeared on the second map. They changed positions and came closer to each other. The
researchers were in the middle, the soldiers were around them now. Their hands on the
trigger began to move forward.

After a few minutes of progress, they reached an unseen opening on the second map. This
was further proof that the Chamber had changed. There was a road to the right and a road to
the left of the clearing, but it wasn't the roads that mattered. The important thing was the
body in front of them, about ten meters away.

They approached the corpse, which was leaning against the wall. It had a strange liquid
and fungus on it. In addition, many insects, including worms, could be seen if looked
carefully. These discoveries had changed everything. They were not the first to arrive in the
Back Room. They weren't the first to find the Back Room. Four of the soldiers quickly
turned around and brought a stretcher. Seeing the returning soldiers relieved all of them, even
if they didn't show it. Because there was no guarantee that they would get out of here.
However, they did not compromise on their professionalism.

They carefully placed the corpse on the stretcher and quickly retreated without breaking
their formation. As soon as they left the room, the people around started to vomit. The
corpse looked really disgusting. The doors closed and the investigations began.

After the body was found, the "Autopsy Team" was formed at that moment and started the
autopsy.

The corpse smelled of butter. It was possessed by some unknown type of fungus. In
addition, many wolves of unknown species were also found in it. The cause of death was
thirst. This meant that this person was stuck in the Backroom. It has been proven that there is
no guarantee that they will return. Everyone was aware of this, but did not want to admit it.
They all knew that the disappeared people were in the Back Room, but they wanted to forget
this fact.
New Terms – 17 June 1990

The identity of the body could not be determined. It was time for the researchers to change
the terms of the contract. Because some wanted to leave because they found a body.

According to the new contract;

researchers entered the Back Room with their consent,
researchers certainly could not remove anything they found in the Backroom without
permission from the Room,
soldiers would protect researchers with their lives,
researchers would never leave the task.
Silent Period – January 1, 1991
After the last events months ago, the doors never opened. After the autopsy of the body
was fully completed, it was burned to the bones and incinerated. His ashes were scattered
around the world.
Although the result obtained from a job for which this amount of money was paid was
initially satisfactory, states and great people were now beginning to feel uncomfortable. So a
new order was given; break the walls.
It was absurd and dangerous to issue such an order for a place full of unknowns, but the
researchers were not without appetite. It was a wonder what was behind the walls. That's
why, although it was opposed at the beginning, the "Back Room Protocol" was signed at the
end. According to the protocol, a new team would be formed and five walls would be
randomly broken from the area where the plus walls were now called "Sector One".
The doors opened.
Backroom Mining – January 1, 1991
The doors opened. More than fifty people entered the back room without protective
clothing. Most of them were poor people chosen at random. The researchers were also
inside, but they were wearing protective suits and were watching the people digging. It was
decided to strike the first blow at the same time. And bam! Anchors were struck
simultaneously on five random walls.
Although the walls seemed unbreakable at first, the wallpaper was removed first, and then
the concrete was broken. Behind the concrete… there was gold. Even a small child could tell
that the thing was gold. Upon this development, everyone was ordered to leave the Chamber
immediately. This was unexpected. The walls were under.
Within an hour, everyone involved in the excavation was shot. The business just got
bigger. People who were hungry for money suddenly became interested in the subject and did
not want to share their wealth with others.
The "Mine Extraction Team" was established. New people from the poor people were
elected and sent to the Chamber again. This time, too, they were not wearing protective
clothing. The previous ones weren't dead anyway. The researchers were still wearing their
protective suits, although it was unclear why the radiation detected in the Chamber did not
affect humans.
Mining Team – January 1, 1991
It was decided not to close the doors. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of people were hitting
the endless walls in front of them with all their might and digging for gold. The excavated
gold was loaded into wagons and sent back. The number of soldiers was also increased.
Dozens of soldiers, both inside and outside, guarded the gold, information and researchers.
They had no duty to protect the people. They even shot a few people who were trying to
escape, as a means of intimidation.
All of a sudden, everyone who knew of the Backroom's existence was following the
progress of research, or rather mining. Explorations were halted due to mining activities.
Last – October 27, 1991
Months of mining activities were finally over. Because there was no wall to dig. The
doors had not been closed once, and tens of thousands of people had died. The gold that was
mined… was worth trillions. After it was determined that the gold was the same as in the

world, the excavations accelerated even more. Researchers, too, forgot their main focus and
became slaves to money.

With the end of the mining activity, everyone was evacuated from the Back Room and the
doors were closed months later.
Nightmare – January 1, 1992

Wondering if the Chamber would renew itself, the researchers decided to wait, and their
wait was over. The doors were reopened at the beginning of 1992. It was opened but…

The Back Room was gone. So it was still there, but not the Backroom that the researchers
knew. All the walls were concrete. The carpet on the floor had disappeared. Some of the
fluorescents are on, some are not, some are half suspended from the ceiling, and some have
fallen completely to the floor. The nightmares were starting.
Second Back Room – January 1, 1992
They entered this place, which they called the "Second Back Room", with the thought and
arrogance of conquering the other. There was no trace of his early measures. They wore
neither protective clothing nor could they remember the movement or the sound. It was
decided not to close the doors. Intensive research work began in the Second Back Room.
From every corner now came the hammering sound of researchers examining walls or floors,
or the rope of researchers exploring the future wherever they stepped. Everyone rejoiced as if
humanity had found a place where they could live forever. Because they found soil under the
ground, and according to the results of the analysis, this soil was no different from the one in
the world.
Contact – 27 December 1994

As a result of the colonization efforts that lasted for two years, the "Back Room Colonies
Union" was established. Twenty civilians now lived, farmed and continued the "cleansing" in
the "cleansed" areas of the Second Back Room. The doors had not been closed for two years,
but for some reason many of the old measures had returned. Cameras were set up in certain
corners. The cameras were checked every week, but nothing came of it.

One night, one of the civilians was walking around the Room, when he heard a voice. He
took his personal camera and began to move towards the sound. The closer it got, the louder
the sound became. Finally, he found the source of the sound. In his last seconds, he managed
to point his camera at the source. Then the camera fell to the ground and only the camera was
found in the morning.

The records were reviewed. Everyone was shaking with fear. In the recording… there
was a person… whose skin was full of burns and cuts. It was a human being, but even
looking through the camera activated the most primitive human emotion, fear. It was such a
fear that everyone wanted to drop everything and run away, but they couldn't. Colony work
was stopped. Everything started to recover. All valuable equipment was being taken and
everyone was leaving the room. They were considering closing the Chamber again for a long
time, but something was wrong. Every hour that passed, someone was disappearing. People
left their equipment and started running towards the door. Those lucky enough to get out
have officially kicked themselves out. But there were also those who were not as lucky.

In an instant, all the lights in the Room went out and turned on again. On the horizon, the
human on the record… a few of the humans were visible. They were all running towards the
door. There was no longer time to wait for the others. The door, which normally closed in
one minute, was closed in thirty seconds. The door, which has not been sealed for years, has
been sealed dozens of times. Bars were placed in front of him. The cries of the occupants
heard during the procedure could be heard. Ironically, four of the eight remaining inside were
researchers who "officially" stepped into the Back Room. Everything that had been built over
the years had collapsed.

Tomb - ?
The four researchers inside knew their surroundings better than the hunters after them.

They sacrificed themselves to four other people and hid themselves in the most remote
corners. They didn't know what they were up against. Their pursuers passed by them
countless times. They spoke an incomprehensible language. They were quite different from
when they first appeared on or on camera. There were also burns and cuts, but they were
dressed in clothing covering their wounds. Some wore medieval outfits, some lumberjack
outfits, and some wore colorful T-shirts. They had an air of…as if they were once normal
people.

Researchers spent days starving and dehydrated in their place. At least they thought they
stayed for days. They emerged from hiding when the only sound around turned to fluorescent
hum again. They were inside the wall this whole time. This was one of the places set up
specifically for such moments. It was an artificial wall, but it was no different from the real
thing. They slowly came out of the wall. Their men placed one of the concrete pieces from
the unfinished excavation work they picked up from the ground in front of the tiny hole they
were spying on. They did the same when they were inside. So they went undetected. The
reason they put it back in was because they didn't want their hiding places to be detected. It
was unclear whether they would come again. They thought of that first move years ago. Was
that moving black thing one of them? Again, the questions were many, but the answer was
one. If they wanted answers to their questions, they had to survive.

They began to advance through the Room, which they knew like the back of their palms.
It was as if they had become graves, which they saw as the key to the future. As they
advanced, they also saw four others whose limbs were severed. They didn't seem to regret
what they had done. One of them couldn't stand it and swore that they ate them for survival.
Just as the other three were about to protest, the person in front of them suddenly stepped
back.

Something black was wrapped around his waist, and that black thing was pulling him
backwards. The man disappeared. What attracted him was… an unidentified entity. It was
dark. It was long. They had no eyes. It had no face. He had nothing. It smelled of death. It
looked like death. They started to run away.

They began to hear voices in their heads. Tens of thousands of people said they had made
a mistake. He said that they were involved in something bigger than their size. As they ran,
the miners they had killed began to appear in front of them. That is, what is left of the miners.
The decomposed corpses of miners who had been killed and buried hovered over them or
blocked their way. They were careful not to separate. They fled with all their might. They
thought they were lucky that they didn't have that horrible black entity behind them… with a
cry that made their ears bleed, the entity appeared behind them. They were after them, but
this time there were no miners. They just ran away. They neither looked around nor listened
to voices nor thought of anything. They just ran away.
Loop – ?

He didn't know how long they had been running. It might have been hours, but it might
have been seconds. They had lost their sense of reality. While they were running, a door
appeared in front of them. As they threw themselves through the door, their eyes got an
extremely bright light. They reflexively closed their eyes. When they opened it, they found
themselves in a pitch-black place. In front of them was… something like glass, and they
could not get beyond it. Beyond the glass was a nostalgic space.

The floor was covered with carpet, the walls with wallpaper, the ceiling with fluorescents.
They started banging on the glass, but in vain. There was no exit. When they were sure that
the Presence was not there, they began to gasp. They still believed they could be saved. They

heard a voice. From the corridor right in front of them, the black entity was approaching
them. They panicked, but the entity stopped in the middle of the clearing. The place they
were in was not where the plus walls were. It looked just like the opening in which they
found the body, or even the same.

The entity's body slowly began to flow towards the wall. The fourth researcher he caught
inside fell against the wall. It had a strange liquid and fungus on it. In addition, many insects,
including worms, could be seen if looked carefully. The smell of butter was wafting through
the wall. At that moment… at that moment, lightning flashed in their heads.
First Step – March 5, 1990

Researchers slowly took their first steps. First one, then another, and the remaining two…
One by one, they advanced into the unknown before them. A single sound came to their ears,
a single scent to their noses, a single texture to their eyes, as they tucked their material bodies
behind the iron door. The hum of fluorescent lamps in every office, the smell of carpets that
have been wet for a long time, and the walls covered with yellow wallpaper... The place
before them seemed to stretch forever from where they were. The floors were carpeted, the
walls were covered with yellow wallpaper, and the ceiling was filled with fluorescent lamps.
The walls were plus-shaped and resembled a revolving door. Advancing from all four sides
of a wall, seven meters later, a plus-shaped wall was encountered again. The place went on
like this forever.
The Loop - The Walls of March 5

As the researchers progressed through the darkness, they noticed that they were getting
closer to the door. They watched as they entered. They were crying and banging on the walls
and shouting. They begged them to come back, but no one heard them. The doors are closed.
The Loop – The Walls of March 10

As the researchers set up the cameras, they got as close to them as they could. Although
the walls were in the shape of a plus, there were corridors between the walls. They were not
visible from the outside. The only thing between them was thin glass. No matter how loud
they were, they couldn't hear them. The researchers set up the cameras and left the Chamber.
The Loop – The Walls of March 10

One of them could not stand it and began to have seizures. They didn't know why, but it
was short lived. After the vigil, which lasted for about fifteen seconds, the Number One of
the time, regaining consciousness, began to move backwards through the dark walls. He was
getting as far away from the window as possible. He was not responding to the other two,
neither blinking… nor breathing. Suddenly he started running towards the window. He ran.
He ran. He ran. He slammed into the glass and his head literally went through the glass. He
was covered in blood, but his head was too high above the cameras, so none of them detected
movement. The strange thing was… the same head was nodding from all the walls where the
cameras were. A being quickly grabbed the head and sucked the body in. It was in front of
the cameras. It would be more accurate to say… entities rather than an entity. There were as
many heads as there were cameras, and as many beings as there were heads.

“Motion 1 – 06.22PM – 10 March 1990”

The Loop – The Walls of March 13
The same thing had happened to Number Two. His head took a seizure and ran to the
window… their heads were sticking out of the walls, and the beings came and swallowed
them…. Number Three was now certain it would be his turn. She accepted her fate and
started to cry.

“Motion 2 – 12.44AM – 13 March 1990”
The Loop – The Walls of March 17

When he came to, he could only feel his head. He was speechless. He didn't feel like
breathing. In fact, he didn't feel anything. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the entity fast
approaching from the horizon and realized that his death was coming.

“Motion 3 – 07.44PM – 17 March 1990”

Cycle – March 22
When he came to, he had come out of the walls. He thought it was ironic. The walls where
he had been hiding from the men after him had taken the lives of his friends. He felt wounded
as he wondered why he hadn't died. He was going to look at his wound…he couldn't see his
body. He knew it was there, but he couldn't see it. He was suddenly divorced. He leaned
against the wall. It began to crawl forward against the wall and eventually collapsed to the
ground and disappeared.
“Sound 1 – 22 March 1990”
Loop – Grave

When he regained consciousness, he saw himself and three other researchers in fear. They
were not aware of it. As if an inner voice had commanded him, he suddenly extended his
arm, from where he didn't know where, and pulled Number Four. Or rather, swallowed.
Then he followed the others. It followed them through the walls as the miners attacked them.
Just as they thought he was gone, he suddenly reappeared. He didn't want to do any of this.
He was carrying his friend inside. He was nauseous. With his remaining will, he threw
himself into the first clearing he saw. His main aim was to attack them from the opposite
side, but his will prevented him. He saw other researchers coming from afar. Just as he
vomited, he dropped his friend against the wall.
Loop

He was waking up over and over again. Sometimes it was one of the miners who was
killed, sometimes it was one of the wounded men, sometimes it was one of the four people
they left behind. He didn't even know who he was anymore. He felt as if he could hear what
his friends were thinking. They were not allowed to say their names. They used to call each
other by their numbers, but right now it was like a combination of numbers One, Two, Three,
and Four. He heard that the other numbers were also thinking about what he was thinking
right now. They also heard being heard and heard each other over and over again. They
began to drown in the sounds. They returned to the moment they had entered the Back Room
again. They could not interfere with themselves, but they would relive everything they
experienced.
Cancellation – March 26, 1995

All files related to the Backroom have been destroyed. The door was blown up with
thousands of dynamite. Everyone involved in the research was killed. Such an event never
actually happened.

ARDA PAAL

GÖRDES ANADOLU İMAM HATİP
LİSESİ

FİLİZ EFE İNCİ

GELECEKTEKİ BANA MEKTUP

Aşırı klişe bir girişle başlıyorum sevgili ben;

Merhaba gelecekteki ben, nasılsın umarım iyisindir. sana sormak istediğim birsürü soru var .
gelecekteki kendime çok merak ediyorum

sorularıma geçmeden önce biraz kendimi anlatayım ben senin 15 yaşındaki halinim , yani lise
1 e gidiyorum. Kimilerine göre zor bir lise olan İmam hatip lisesinde okuyorum . Belki daha
güzel bir liseye gidebilirdim ama maalesef LGS ye çalışmadım.8. sınıf eminim ki bir çok kişi
için zor bir dönem, benim içinde öyleydi.O dönem ruhen çok kötü bir durumdaydım .
Hatırlıyorsundur belki ayrıntıya girip seni sıkmak istemem. Aslında aklımda böyle bir mektup
yazma fikri yoktu daha çok küçük küçük notlar hazırlıyordum ama sonra sınıf öğretmeniz bir
hikaye yazma projesinden bahsetti . 4-5 tür hikaye konusu vardı ve bende bu konuyu seçtim ;
çok merak ettiğim gelecekteki bana bir mektup yazma…

Sana birazda dış görünüşünü hatırlatayım . 1.60 boylarında yaklaşık 45 kiloyum kapalıyım
.Malum ergenlik dönemi nedeniyle 15 yaşında biraz sivilceli biriydin . Yüzümü sevmiyorum
kilomu da fazla buluyorum . Genel olarak kendimi pek sevmiyorum.

Okul ve arkadaş ortamına gelirsek en sevdiğim ders TARİH. Hocalarımız çok iyi kalpliler
hepsini çok seviyorum tabi en sevdiklerimde var ; tarih hocamızı, ingilizce hocamızı çok
seviyorum .Arkadaş ortamına gelir isek pek arkadaşım yok aslında . Sınıf içinde konuştuğum
7-8 kişi tek var ama sanaldan da bir çok arkadaşım var ayrıca ortaokul arkadaşlarımda var
hepsiyle hala konuşuyorum .Sanal arkaş olayı ise kendi çapımda küçük bir Youtube kanalım
var. Boş zamanım oldukça edit yapıp paylaşıyorum. Genelde K-pop ile ilgili şeyler
paylaştığım için arkadaşlarım oldu onlarla genelde pinterest ve snapchat uygulamalarını
kullanarak konuşuyorum. Benden büyük olanlarda var küçük olanlarda ama hepsiyle çok iyi
anlaşıyorum. Elimden geldiğince her şeyden biraz anlatmaya çalışıyorum. Hobi ve fobilerime
gelir isek müzik dinlemeye, kitap okumaya , resim çizmeye bayılırım . Genellikle romantik ,
fantastik ve psikolojik kitaplar okurum. Karanlık yerlerden ve çoğu hayvandan korkarım.

Olmak istediğim meslek 8. sınıfta seçtim . Eşit ağırlık okuyup hukuk fakültesine gitmek
istiyorum . Benim için 3 seçenek var Avukatlık , Savcılık veya hakimlik . Herkesin merak
ettiği yaşı illaki vardır , benim var. 24-25 yaşlarımı çok merak ediyorum.Acaba sen bu
mektubu okurken nasıl birisin , mutlu musun yoksa üzgünmü , Avukat mısın yoksa değimlisin
? Evli olma ihtimalim bile var. Sınıfta pek konuşkan biri değilim, sessiz biriyim. Dinlediğim
müzik ve izlediğim filmlerden dolayı hep hakarete uğradım. Sanaldan falan da değil bildiğin
sınıf arkadaşlarım yüzüme baka baka sevdiğim şeyler ile dalga geçiyor. Bu çok kötü bir
duygu ama alıştım artık . Şuan annemlerle Gördes’te yaşıyoruz . Burası küçük bir ilçe ama
güzel .Keşke sende bana mektup yazabilsen sonra da bana gönderip tüm sorularımı
cevaplasan, bana gelekcekteki hayatımı anlatsan, yapacağım hatalar için beni uyarsan ne
güzel olurdu. Ama maalesef bu imkansız …

Evet gelecekteki ben sana şuanki hayatımı kısaca anlattım .Pek güzel olmaya bilir ama ben
seviyorum umarım ki seninde hayatım güzeldir . Kendini her zaman sev , diğerleri senin
hakkında istediklerini düşünsünler sen ne olursa olsun kendini sev…

DİLAN GİHL

LETTER TO ME IN THE FUTURE

I start with an extremely cliché introduction, dear me;

Hello future me, how are you I hope you are well. I have a lot of questions I want to ask you.
I'm very curious about my future self

Before I move on to my questions, let me explain a little bit about myself. I'm your 15-year-
old self, so I'm going to high school 1. I am studying at Imam Hatip High School, which is a
difficult high school according to some. Maybe I could have gone to a better high school, but
unfortunately I didn't study for LGS.8. I'm sure it was a difficult time for many people, it was
for me. I was in a very bad mood at that time. Maybe you remember, I don't want to go into
details and bore you. Actually, I didn't have the idea of writing such a letter in my mind, I was
preparing small notes, but then our class teacher talked about a story writing project. There
were 4-5 types of story topics and I chose this topic; write a letter to the future me that I am
very curious about…

Let me remind you a little about your outward appearance. I am 1.60 cm tall and weigh about
45 kilos. As you know, you were a 15-year-old spotty person due to puberty. I don't like my
face, I find my weight too much. I don't really like myself in general.

When it comes to school and friends, my favorite subject is HISTORY. Our teachers are very
kind-hearted, I love them all, of course, there are my favorites; I like our history teacher and
our English teacher very much. If we come to the friend environment, I don't have many
friends actually. There is only 7-8 people I talk to in the class, but I have many virtual friends,
I also have middle school friends and I still talk to all of them. As for the virtual friend thing, I
have a small Youtube channel in my own right. In my spare time, I edit and share. I have
friends because I usually share things about K-pop, and I talk to them mostly using Pinterest
and Snapchat. There are those who are older than me and those who are younger, but I get
along very well with all of them. I try to explain a little bit of everything as best I can. As for
my hobbies and phobias, I love listening to music, reading books and drawing pictures. I
usually read romantic, fantasy and psychological books. I am afraid of dark places and most
animals.

I chose the profession I wanted to be in 8th grade. I want to study equal weight and go to law
school. There are 3 options for me: Attorney, Prosecutor or Judge. Everyone has an age that
they wonder about, I have it. I am very curious about my age of 24-25. I wonder what kind of
person you are while reading this letter, are you happy or sad, are you a lawyer or not? There
is a possibility that I may even be married. I am not a very talkative person in class, I am a
quiet person. I was always insulted because of the music I listened to and the movies I
watched. My classmates, you know, not just virtual or anything, make fun of the things I love
by looking at my face. It's a very bad feeling, but I'm used to it now. We currently live in
Gördes with my parents. This is a small town, but it's beautiful. I wish you could write me a
letter and then send it to me and answer all my questions, tell me about my future life, and
warn me about the mistakes I'll make. But unfortunately this is impossible...

Yes, in the future, I briefly told you about my current life. It may not be beautiful, but I love
it, I hope my life is beautiful for you too. Always love yourself, no matter what others think
about you, love yourself no matter what...

DİLAN GİHL

HAYALİMDEKİ MESLEK

Büyük babam Matematik öğretmeni. Bugün yanına gidip; büyük baba, gelecekte olmak
istediğin meslekle ilgi bir hikaye yazma konulu ödevim var. Bana yardımcı olur musun?
dedim. Büyük babam, gülümsedi bana.

Tamam ufaklık dedi! Anlaşıldı, sen meslek seçimiyle ilgili yazı hazırlayacaksın. Meslekle
ilgili hikaye çok yazıldı. Yazılanlardan değil de yaşananlardan yola çıkarsan, mesleklerle ilgili
hikaye yazmış olursun.

-Biliyor musun, ben kendimi bildim bileli öğretmen olmak istemişimdir. İnsan, daha
çocukken bilmeli ne iş yapacağını. Bir hevesi olmalı. BEN BÜYÜYÜNCE, FİLANCA
MESLEKTEN EKMEĞİMİ KAZANACAĞIM demeli. öğretmenliği niye seçtim biliyor
musun?

-Neden seçtin büyük baba?

-Çünkü ben ÖĞRETMEN OLACAĞIM derdim hep.

Nurhayat öğretmenim sevdirdi bana öğretmenliği. O zamanlar evlerde daha elektrik yok,
gaz lambasıyla okuyoruz kitapları. Gazete her gün değil ancak haftada bir Nurhayat
öğretmenim getirince okuyorduk. Bilemesin ne merakla beklerdik o defalarca okunmuş
gazeteleri. Neyse uzatmayalım işte bizim çocukluğumuzda televizyon yok, bilgisayar, internet
gibi şeyler rüyada bile göremeyeceğimiz şeyler. Nurhayat öğretmenin, bıkmadan usanmadan
anlatırdı dünyayı, bilimi, tarihi…

-İnanmıyorum büyük baba ya, şaka yapıyorsun! Büyük babam gülümsedi yine. şaka değil!
dedi.

-Radyo vardı o zamanlar. Radyodan sonra plak geldi sonrada teyp yani kaset çalar güzeldi. O
günler çocukluğumuzu çok özlüyorum Nurhayat öğretmenimin hayata olmasını çok istedim
bize hiç duymadığımız, hayalini bile kuramadığımız şeylerin, bir zaman sonra gerçek
olacağını hayata hayal etmenin önemini ondan bir kez daha dinleseydim şimdi Nurhayat
öğretmenim şurada dursa; Akif! dese DÜNYAMIZIN PORTAKAL GİBİ OLDUĞUNU ILK
SÖYLEYEN BİLİM ADAMINA NEFRETLE BAKIYORDU O ZAMANKİ İNSANLAR
DOĞRUYU KABUL ETMEK KOLAY DEĞİL. İNSAN GERÇEKLERİ SAVUNMAK İÇİN
GEREKİRSE ÖMRÜNÜ VERMELİ. Dese. Birden gözleri doldu, sesi titriyordu. Heyecanlı
olurdu büyük babam. Hele de çok inanarak konuştuğu zaman. Büyük babam benim sadece
büyük babam değil, öğretmenimdi de. Onunla konuşurken hep yeni şeyler öğreniyordum.
Büyük baba! dedim.

-Galiba ben ilerideki mesleğimi seçtim.

Büyük babamın gözlerinden, benim hangi mesleği seçtiğimi anladığımı fark etim.

-Söyle bakalım, delikanlı! dedi. Büyüyünce ne olacaksın? Öğretmen olacağım ben!

TARİH ÖĞRETMENİ OLACAĞIM TARİHTE İNSANLIK İÇİN HİZMET ETMİŞ
BÜYÜK BİLİM ADAMKLARINI ÖĞRENECEĞİM. SONRA DA SENİN GİBİ GÜZEL
GÜZEL ANLATACAĞIM İNSANLARA, MUTLU OLMANIN HAYAL KURMAKLA
BAŞLAYACAĞINI ANLATACAĞIM. HER NE ŞARTA OLURSA OLSUN DOĞRU
SÖYLEMEKTEN VAZGEÇMEYECEĞİM dedim. Büyük babam, bana belli etmeden

ödevimi yazdırmıştı bile, öyle ya! Benim ödevimin konusu, gelecekte olmak istediğim
meslekle ilgili bir hikaye yazmak değil miydi?

Gerçi bu anladıklarım gerçek ama hikayeler de gerçekten başlamıyor mu?

MY DREAM JOB

My grandfather is a math teacher. Go to him today; Grandpa, I have a homework
assignment on writing a story about your future career. Can you help me? I said. My
grandfather smiled at me.

He said ok kiddo! It is understood, you will prepare an article about the choice of
profession. The story about the profession has been written a lot. If you start off from the
experiences rather than the written ones, you will have written a story about the professions.

-You know, I've wanted to be a teacher for as long as I can remember myself. A person
should know what to do as a child. He must have a passion. When I grow up, it should say I
WILL EARN MY BREAD FROM THE PROFESSIONAL. Do you know why I chose
teaching?

-Why did you choose it, grandfather?

-Because I always said I WILL BE A TEACHER.

My teacher Nurhayat made me love teaching. At that time, there was no electricity in the
houses, we read the books with a kerosene lamp. We used to read the newspaper, not every
day, but once a week when my Nurhayat teacher brought it. He doesn't know how we would
wait for those newspapers that have been read many times. Anyway, let's not prolong it, there
was no television in our childhood, things like computers and the internet are things that we
cannot even see in dreams. Your teacher Nurhayat would tirelessly explain the world, science,
history...

-I don't believe it, grandpa, you're kidding! My grandfather smiled again. it is not a joke!
said.

There was a radio back then. After the radio, the record came, and then the tape player, that is,
the cassette player was nice. I miss our childhood so much in those days. I wanted my
Nurhayat teacher to come to life, if I had listened to her once again about the importance of
imagining things that we have never heard of or even dreamed of will come true in life. Akif!
HE WOULD LOOK AT THE SCIENT WHO FIRST SAID THAT OUR WORLD IS LIKE
ORANGE. PEOPLE OF THAT TIME ARE NOT EASY TO ACCEPT THE TRUTH. MAN
SHOULD GIVE LIFE IF NEEDED TO DEFEND THE TRUTH. pattern. Suddenly, her eyes
filled with tears, her voice trembling. My grandfather would be excited. Especially when he
speaks with conviction. My grandfather was not only my grandfather, but also my teacher. I
was always learning new things while talking to him. Grandfather! I said.

-I think I chose my future profession.

I realized from my grandfather's eyes that I understood which profession I had chosen.

-Tell me, lad! said. What do you want to be when you grow up? I will be a teacher!

WHEN I WILL BE A HISTORY TEACHER, I WILL LEARN ABOUT THE GREAT
SCIENTISTS WHO SERVE FOR HUMANITY IN HISTORY. THEN I WILL EXPLAIN
TO PEOPLE LIKE YOU BEAUTIFULLY, THAT BEING HAPPY STARTS WITH
IMAGINATION. I SAID I WILL NOT STOP SAYING THE TRUTH UNDER ANY
CIRCUMSTANCES. My grandfather had me write my homework without even telling me!
Wasn't the subject of my assignment to write a story about the profession I wanted to be in the
future?

Although what I understand is true, but don't the stories really begin?

ŞADİYE GİHL

ÖZGÜRLÜK

Herkes şu hayatta özgür olmak ister ;

İşte şimdi özgürlüğüne düşkün bir Aybüke’den bahsedelim Aybüke 17 yaşına çok güzel bir
kızdı çalışkan ,ne yapması gerektiğini bilen ve özgürlüğü seven biriydi .Ne yazık ki ailesi
özgürlük
kavramına dahi sıcak bakmayan insanlardı .Aybüke 18 yaşın 30 nisanda girecekti.

Nisan ayında oldukları için sabırsızlıkla o günü bekliyordu .Annesi Aybükeyi pek sevmez
ama
kardeşlerini çok severdi , babası da aynı şekilde Aybükeyi pek sevmez. Aybüke hiç kimsenin
sevgisine muhtaç biri degildi hayatı boyunca mücadele etti. 11. sınıfa giden Aybüke en
başarılı öğrencilerden biridir. 1 sene sonra ünüversiteye hazırlanan bir kız olacalaktı 30
Nisan gelmişti doğum gününü
arkadaşları ile kutlayan Aybükenin dileği özgür bir kız olup her yeri gezmekti. Çok güzel
geçen doğum günü sonrası eve gitti. Ancak ne yaparsa yapsın ailesinden mutlaka azar
işitirdi. Aylar gecti yeni bir seneye girdiler.

Aybüke artık 18 yaşında kocaman güzel bir kız olmuştu seneler boyunca ailesinin
zorbasından, azar işitmelerinden bıkmıştı. Bu kadar zeki bir kıza neden böyle davraniyolardı
dersek tabikide Aybükeyi sevmediklerinden dolayı olduğunu söyleye bilirdi. O yinede
herseye rağmen mücadele etti. Hep başarılı olan Aybüke ünüversite sınavlarına sıkı sıkı
çalışıyordu. Bir sorun vardıki ailesi onu ünüversiteye göndermeyecekti. Aybüke hiç aldırış
etmeden gece gündüz çalıştı sonunda sınav günü gelmişti gizlice sınava giren Aybüke, çok
heyecanlı ve sınava oldukca hazırdı. Ailesi onu akrabalarına gitti bilirken o sınava girmişti.
Yanında hiç kimse yoktu o asla pes etmedi ve sınava girdi. Girdikten iki ay sonra sonuçlar
açıklandı. Ailesi o gün öğrenmişti girdiğini Aybüke Türkiye 2. olmuştu doktor olmak
isteyen Aybüke’nin ailesi arkasında olmuştu. Sonunda özgürlüğüne kavuşan Aybüke çok
mutluydu
artık tıp fakültesinin yolunu tutmuş heyecanla yeni eğitimler, yeni yerler görmeye gidiyordu.
İşte o an seslendi insanla ben ÖZGÜRLÜĞÜM için bu başarıyı, gayreti, çabayı,azimi
gösterdi. kim olursa olsun insan özgür olmalı hürlüğünü yaşamalı.Aybüke gibi özgürlüğüne
kavuşmak isteyen bir çok insan vardır bence.Onlarda ÖZGÜRLÜĞÜNE kavuşmalı.

MERVEGÜL GİHL

FREEDOM

Everyone wants to be free in this life;

Now,let's talk about a freedom-loving Aybüke. Aybüke was a verybeautiful 17-year-old girl,
hardworking, knowing what to do and loving freedom. Unfortunately, her family were people
who did not even care about the concept of freedom. Aybüke was going to turn 18 on April 30.

Shewasimpatientlywaitingforthatdayasit wasinApril. HermotherdidnotlikeAybüke
very much,butshelovedhersiblingsverymuch,andherfatheralsodidnotlikeAybüke
verymuch.
Aybüke was not in need of anyone's love, she struggled all her life. Aybüke, who is in 11th grade,
is one of the most successful students. A year later, she was going to be a girl preparing for
university. Itwas April30th. Celebratingher birthdaywithherfriends, Aybüke'swishwasto be
afree girland travel everywhere. He went home after a verynicebirthday. However, no matter
what he did, he would definitely get scolding from his family. Months passed and they entered
a new year.

Aybükewasnowabigbeautifulgirlattheageof18,shewastired ofher family'sbullyingand
being scoldedforyears.Ifweaskedwhytheywereactinglikethistosuchasmartgirl,ofcourse,
shecould say that it was because they did not like Aybüke. She still struggled against everything she
did. Always successful,Aybükewasworkinghardforheruniversityexams.Therewasaproblem
thathisfamily wouldnotsendhimtouniversity. Aybükeworkeddayandnightwithoutpaying
anyattention,finally thedayoftheexamcame.Aybüke,whotooktheexamsecretly,wasvery
excitedandveryreadyfor theexam.Shehad takentheexamwhileherfamilyknewshewent toher
relatives.She hadnoone byher side, she never gave up and took the test, she. Two months after
entry, the results were announced. His family had learned that day that he had entered Aybüke
Turkey. Aybüke, who finally gotherfreedom,wasveryhappyandnowshewasonherwayto
medicalschool,excitedlygoingto see new trainings and new places. At that moment, she called out
to people and showed this success, effort, effort and perseverance for MY FREEDOM. Whoever it
is, a person should be free and live his freedom. I think there are manypeople like Aybüke who
want toattain their freedom. Theyshould also find theirFREEDOM.

MERVEGÜL GİHL

KANDIRA AKÇAKOCA
ANADOLU LİSESİ

SEVCAN ERTEKİN

HAYALİM

Asya 17 yaşında genç bir kızdı. Onun da kendi hedefleri vardı. Çocukluğundan beri öğretmen
olmayı hayal etmişti. Öğretmen olmak istiyordu, o. Sanki küçük kardeşinin ödevlerine yardım
ederken bir nevi öğretmen gibiydi. Tüm öğretmenlerine parlak gözlerle baktı ve onu her
zaman sevdi. Ortaokuldayken bile bu hayalle yaşıyordu. Kararını hiçbir şey etkilemedi. 8.
sınıfta lise sınavlarına hazırlanıyordu. Derslerinde ne kadar başarılı olursa olsun, hep
öğretmen olmak istemiştir. Lise sınavına girdi ve diploma alamadı. Bu nedenle sınırlı okula
gidecekti. Ailesi onun hemşire olmasını ve tıp lisesine gitmesini istediler. Ama aklından
geçenlerden vazgeçmedi ve aklı hâlâ öğretmek üzerindeydi. Daha sonra nedense sağlık lisesi
kapatıldı, bunu bir avantaj olarak gördü. Onun için şanstı. Ancak çevresi, atanamayacağını
düşündükleri için kararına olumlu bakmadılar, bu yüzden onu bu karardan hep geri çevirdiler.
Asya yine kararından vazgeçti. Şimdi aklında hukuk okumak vardı. Bunun için gece gündüz
çalışıyor, ailesi bu sefer ona destek oluyordu. Liseden sonra üniversite vardı. Üniversiteye
giriş sınavına hazırlanmak zorundaydı. Sonunda sınav geldi. Ailesini gururlandırmayı çok
istiyordu. Sadece ailesi için istemediği bir bölümü okuyacaktı. Asya'nın çabaları boşa
gitmemiş ve üniversiteye giriş sınavını başarıyla geçmiştir. Artık istediği şeye daha da
yaklaşıyordu. Bu duruma çok sevindi ama bir yandan da aklında öğretmenlik vardı.
Üniversite hayatını bitirdikten sonra çok başarılı bir avukat olmuştu. Herkesin dilindeydi. 2
yıl avukat olarak çalıştı. Ne olursa olsun öğretmenlik duygusu içindeydi ve hayalini
gerçekleştirecekti. Artık kendisi için bir şeyler yapacaktı. Kendi hayallerini gerçekleştirecekti.
Üniversiteye giriş sınavına yeniden hazırlanmaya başladı. Hala gece gündüz çalışıyordu. Bu
sefer kimseyi dinlemiyordu. İstediğini elde etmişti. Artık hayalindeki işi, yani eğitim
fakültesini kazanmıştı. Tam 1 yıl atama bekledi. Sonunda atandı. İstediğini elde eden bir
kızdı. Ne olursa olsun şimdi kendisi için bir şeyler yapacaktı. Artık her gün kendini
geliştirmeye çalışıyordu. Bunu öğrettiği çocuklara da aşıladı.

MY DREAM

Asya was a young 17-year-old girl. He also had his own goals. She had dreamed of becoming
a teacher since childhood. She wanted to be a teacher she, that's she. It was like she was kind
of a teacher while helping her little sister with her homework. She looked at all her teachers
with bright eyes and always loved her. She was living this dream even when she was in
middle school. Nothing affected her decision, she. She was preparing for her high school
exams in 8th grade, she. No matter how successful she was in her classes, she always wanted
to be a teacher. She took the high school exam and didn't get a diploma, she. That's why she
was going to go to limited school. His parents wanted him to become a nurse and go to
medical high school. But she didn't give up on her thoughts and her mind was still on teaching
she. Then, for some reason, the health high school was closed, she saw this as an advantage. It
was luck for him. However, his circle did not look at his decision positively because they
thought he could not be appointed, so they always turned him down from this decision. Again,
Asya gave up on her decision. Now he had on his mind to study law. He worked day and
night for this, and his family was supporting him this time. After high school there was
university. She had to prepare for the college entrance exam, she. Finally, the exam came. She
wanted so much to make her family proud. She was only going to read a chapter she didn't
want for her family. Asya's efforts were not in vain and she successfully passed the university
entrance exam. She was getting closer to what she wanted now, she. He was very happy about
this situation, but on the other hand, he had teaching in mind. After graduating from college,

she had become a very successful lawyer. She was on everyone's tongue. She worked as a
lawyer for 2 years. No matter what, she had a feeling of being a teacher and she was going to
make her dream come true. Now he would do something for himself. She would make her
own dreams come true. He started to prepare again for the university entrance exam. He was
still working day and night. This time he wasn't listening to anyone. She had gotten what she
wanted. She had now won her dream job, the faculty of education. She waited a full year for
the assignment. He was eventually appointed. She was a girl who got what she wanted.
Regardless, she was going to do something for herself now. She was trying to improve herself
every day now. She instilled this in the children she taught.

SERRA-GAMZE

ADALET İLE PARA KARDEŞ MİDİR?

Fahriye çok zengin bir ailenin tek çocuğuydu. Babası Fahriye’nin ehliyet almasını çok ister.
Bunun için şoförü Bahadır’ı görevlendirir. Fahriye ve Bahadır anlaşarak araba sürmeye
giderler. Fahriye araba sürmeye çalışırken önlerine altı yaşlarında küçük bir kız çocuğu atlar.
Kız çocuğu yerde yatarken Bahadır ve Fahriye korkup kaçarlar. Mahalle bakkalı Rahman
bakkalını açmaya gelir. O sırada yerde yatan kız çocuğunu fark eder. Biraz daha yaklaşınca
yerde yatanın mahallenin fakir ailelerinden birinin kızı Tuğba olduğunu anlar. Ve Tuğba’yı
hemen hastaneye götürür. Hastanede polis Salih ve bakkal Rahman karşılaşırlar. Daha sonra
Rahman’ın bakkalına kamera kayıtlarına bakmaya giderler. Kayıtları izlerken ikisi de çok
şaşırırlar. Çünkü kayıtlarda Salih üvey kardeşi Fahriye’yi, Rahman da abisi Bahadır’ı tanır.
Salih ve Bakkal Rahman telaşla onları ararlar ve buluşma ayarlarlar. Ardından sinsice bir plan
yaparlar. Salih fikrini açıklar. Bu konuyu sadece Hakim Fatih çözebilir der. Fatih yanlarına
gelir ve Fahriye Fatih’e rüşvet teklif eder. Fatih görevi gereği başta kabul etmez ama sonradan
paranın çokluğuna inanıp kabul eder. Plana göre birine para teklif edip suçu onun üzerine
atacaklardır. Suçu atmak için kızıyla birlikte gecekonduda yaşayan Göktuğ’u seçerler. Teklif
için Göktuğ’un evine giderler ve Göktuğ fazla bir ceza almayacağını düşünerek teklifi kabul
eder. Ama bu sırada kızı Ayşenur’u hiç düşünmez. Fatih ise plana uyup duruşmayı en kısa
süreye ayarlar Duruşma günü Göktuğ tutuklanır ve hapishaneye gider. Bu sırada kızına
Fahriye’nin bakacağına anlaşırlar. Ama durum böyle olmaz. Bir süre sonra Göktuğ’a bir
haber gelir. Kızı Ayşenur ölü bulunmuştur. Göktuğ üzüntüden ne yapacağını bilemeyerek
Fatih’e bir mektup yazar. Çok pişman olduğunu ve parayı geri vereceğini söyler. Fatih başta
bu mektubu pek umursamaz ama vicdanına yenik düşerek yeni bir duruşmayla asıl suçlu olan
Fahriye’yi tutuklar. Olaylar burada bitti gibi gözükse de içeride pek rahat durmaz Fahriye. Bir
gardiyana para teklif ederek kendini kaçırması konusunda anlaşır. Gardiyan Metehan hemen
kabul edip tamam der. Detaylı bir plan hazırlanır. Bir gece Fahriye’yi kaçırır ve Salih’in
arabasına bindirir. Hızlıca oradan uzaklaşırlar. Metehan da bu arabadadır. Anlaştıkları gibi o
da kaçar. Fahriye Tuğba’ya ne olduğunu merak eder. Aile ile iletişime geçer. Aile hala daha
komada olduğunu ama yaşama şansının düşük olduğunu anlatır. Kısa süre sonra Tuğba ölür.
Fahriye tekrar kimse hapse girmesin diye aileye yüklüce para verir ve yurtdışına çıkar. Bir
daha haber alınamaz. Ufak bir araba kullanma macerasıyla başlayan olay kelebek etkisiyle
giderek büyür. Ve biz anlarız ki adalet bir kez daha parayla sağlanmıştı.

ARE JUSTICE AND MONEY BROTHER?

Fahriye was the only child of a very wealthy family. Her father wants Fahriye to get a driver's
license. For this, he assigns his driver Bahadır. Fahriye and Bahadır agree and go for a car
ride. While Fahriye is trying to drive, a six-year-old little girl jumps in front of them. While
the girl is lying on the ground, Bahadır and Fahriye are scared and run away. Neighborhood

grocer Rahman comes to open his grocery store. At that moment, he notices the girl lying on
the ground. When he gets a little closer, he realizes that the one lying on the ground is Tuğba,
the daughter of one of the poor families of the neighborhood. And he takes Tugba to the
hospital immediately. At the hospital, policeman Salih and grocer Rahman come across. Then
they go to Rahman's grocery store to look at the footage. While watching the recordings, they
are both very surprised. Because in the records, Salih knows his half-brother Fahriye and
Rahman knows his brother Bahadır. Salih and Bakkal Rahman frantically call them and
arrange a meeting. Then they come up with a cunning plan. Salih explains his opinion. He
says only Judge Fatih can solve this issue. Fatih comes to them and offers a bribe to Fahriye
Fatih. Due to his duty, Fatih does not accept it at first, but later believes and accepts the
abundance of money. According to the plan, they will offer someone money and put the
blame on him. To throw the blame, they choose Göktuğ, who lives in the slum with his
daughter. They go to Göktuğ's house for the offer, and Göktuğ accepts the offer, thinking that
he will not receive much punishment. But at the same time, he never thinks of his daughter
Ayşenur. On the other hand, Fatih follows the plan and sets the hearing as soon as possible.
On the hearing day, Göktuğ is arrested and goes to prison. Meanwhile, they agree that Fahriye
will take care of her daughter. But that is not the case. After a while, a news comes to Göktuğ.
His daughter Ayşenur was found dead. Göktuğ, not knowing what to do with sadness, writes a
letter to Fatih. He says he is very sorry and will give the money back. At first, Fatih does not
care much about this letter, but he succumbs to his conscience and arrests Fahriye, who is the
main criminal, with a new trial. Even though the events seem to be over here, Fahriye is not
very comfortable inside. He agrees to kidnap himself by offering money to a guard. The guard
Metehan immediately accepts and says ok. A detailed plan is prepared. One night, he kidnaps
Fahriye and puts her in Salih's car. They quickly get away from there. Metehan is also in this
car. As they agreed, he escapes. Fahriye wonders what happened to Tugba. Communicates
with family. The family tells that he is still in a coma, but his chances of survival are low.
Tugba dies shortly after. Fahriye gives a lot of money to the family so that no one goes to jail
again and goes abroad. Can't be heard from again. The event, which started with a small car
driving adventure, grows with the butterfly effect. And we understand that justice was once
again done with money.

SALİH

VE HERKES İÇİN ADALET

Bir Cadılar Bayramı gecesiydi. Yozlaşmış şehrin sokaklarında yürüyen Cliff her zamanki gibi
yalnız başına evine gidiyordu. Yolda elektrik direğine bağlanmış ve defalarca kırbaçlanmış
birini gördü. Hemen onu kurtardı. Zincirden kurtulur kurtulmaz kaçan kişinin arkasından
“Zavallı şey! Acaba ona bunu yapanlar cezasız kaldıkları için bunu yapmaya devam edecekler
mi? “ diye düşündü. Evine gitti, evi darmadağındı. Kendini yatağa attı, Cliff’in yaşama hevesi
kaybolmuştu. En yakın dostlarından Kirk’ün ölümü ve grubun dağılışı ona son darbeyi
vurmuştu. Kirk suçsuz olmasına rağmen lanet sistem tarafından elektrikli sandalyeye
gönderilmişti. Ertesi gece barda oturmuş içeceğini yudumlarken gitar çalan çocuk dikkatini
çekti. Gerçekten harikaydı. Çocuğun numarasını aldı, gitaristin adı Ozzy idi. O gece grubu
yozlaşmış adalet sistemini eleştiren bir albüm yapmak için toplama kararı aldı. Hepsini ikna
edip onlara Ozzy’den bahsetti.

Ertesi gün Cliff , James, Ozzy ve Dave Cliff’in garajında buluştu. Geriye sadece söz ve kayıt
alma kalmıştı. Ozzy cebinden cupcake kağıdı çıkarır. Ne olduğunu anlayamayan üyelere şehre
gelirken on saatlik otobüste söz yazdığını ama kağıdı olmadığı için yolcunun birinden çaldığı

kekin kabına yazdığını söyledi. Sözleri çok beğenen üyeler kendi sözlerini de ekleyip ortaya
sekiz şarkılık söz çıkarır. Yaklaşık 9-10 ay süren aşırı yoğun ve mükemmelliyetçi çalışmanın
ardından albüm çıkmıştı. Albüm kısa sürede TOP100 albüm arasına girdi. Bir konser vermeye
katar veren grup şehrin adalet sarayı önünde binlerce kişiye konser verip tüm nefretlerini
kusarlar. Grup otobüsle dönerken buzlanan yolda kayan otobüs şarampole yuvarlanır. Ozzy,
Dave ve James kazayı yaralanarak atlatır ama Cliff otobüsün camından fırlayıp 23 yaşında
uçurumdan düşüp kendi otobüsünün altında kalarak can verir. Sevenleri mezarına gitarını ve
albümlerini koyarak Cliff’i sonunda huzur bulabileceği bir yere uğurlarlar

AND JUSTICE FOR ALL

It was a Halloween night. Walking the streets of the corrupt city, Cliff went home alone as
usual. On the way, he saw someone tied to a lamppost and whipped repeatedly. He
immediately saved her. “Poor thing! I wonder if those who did this to him will continue to do
so because they go unpunished? ' he thought. He went home, his house was in shambles. He
threw himself on the bed, Cliff's will to live gone. The death of one of his closest friends,
Kirk, and the dissolution of the group had dealt him the final blow. Despite Kirk being
innocent, he was sent to the electric chair by the damn system. The next night, while sitting at
the bar sipping his drink, the boy playing the guitar caught his attention. It was really great.
He got the boy's number, the guitarist's name was Ozzy. That night the band decided to
assemble to make an album criticizing the corrupt justice system. He convinced them all and
told them about Ozzy.

The next day, Cliff, James, Ozzy, and Dave met in Cliff's garage. All that was left was the
word and the recording. Ozzy takes cupcake paper out of his pocket. He told the members,
who could not understand what was happening, that he wrote the lyrics on the ten-hour bus on
the way to the city, but because he did not have the paper, he wrote it on the cup of the cake
he stole from one of the passengers. Members who like the lyrics very much add their own
lyrics and create eight songs. After about 9-10 months of intense and perfectionist work, the
album was released. The album quickly became one of the TOP100 albums. The group, who
is in a concert to give a concert, gives a concert to thousands of people in front of the city's
justice palace and vomits all their hatred. While the group is returning by bus, the bus slides
into the ditch on the icy road. Ozzy, Dave, and James survive the accident with injuries, but
Cliff is thrown out of the bus window and dies at age 23, falling off a cliff and being run over
by his own bus. His fans put his guitar and albums on his grave and send Cliff off to a place
where he can finally find peace.

ALİ ARDA

SAKARYA ANADOLU LİSESİ
İBRAHİM AKTAY

ÖZGÜRLÜK

Bu hayatta en vazgeçilmez şey ne diye sordunuz mu kendinize hiç? Ben hiç düşünmeden
"özgürlük" derdim. Öncelikle sizlere kendimi tanıtayım: Ben Birol, on yedi yaşındayım.

Dedem bana doğum günü hediyesi getirince çok sevinmiş ve çok heyecanlanmıştım. Üzeri
bez örtülmüş bir kafesi minik ellerimin üzerine koymuştu dedem. Beyaz kafesin içinde

sarı bir kanarya vardı.Öyle çok heyecanlanmıştım ki. Çocukluk işte. Geliyordum, gidiyordum
adını "Şanslı" koyduğum kuşumu izliyordum. İki kez kanat çırpınca kafesin bir tarafından

diğerine geçiyordu. Kuş yemini yiyordu, su içiyordu. Onun bakımı bendeydi. Bir gün kafesini
temizlerken iki elimin arasına aldım Şanslı'yı. Minik kalbi minik ellerimde atışımda hissettim.

O sırada tesadüf ya iki kumru pencerenin önüne gelip biraz dinlendiler.

O an adını "Şanslı" koyduğum kuşumun aslında çok şanssız olduğunu anladım. Bir anda
beni bir odaya koysalar her işimi orada yapsam, dışarı çıkma imkanım olmasa ne yapardım?

Kalp atışlarım hızlandı, ellerim soğuk soğuk terledi ve istemsizce gözlerimden yaşlar boşandı.
Hiç düşünmedim Hiç tereddüt etmedi. Kalbi ellerimde atan "Şanslı"yı öptüm, pencereyi açtım

ve uçup gitmesini izledim. Bu sefer gözümden sevinç gözyaşları döküldü.

On sene geçti. Zamanında "Şanslı" adını taktığım kuşumun halinin adının tersi olduğuna
karar vermiştim. Şimdi anlıyorum ki yanılmışım. "Şanslı" gerçekten şanslı bir kuşmuş. Şimdi

bunu okurken şaşıracaksınız. "Bu kadar özgürlükten bahsederken ne oldu da şimdi tersini
söylüyorsun?" diye soruyorsunuzdur. Cevabım basit: olgunlaştım. Özgürlüğün zorluklarınıda

öğrendim. Özgürlüğü küçümsemiyorum ancak gelin bir bakalım: Dedem bana kuş aldı, ben
kuşu besledim ve ihtiyaçlarını giderdim. Sonra camdan dışarıya saldım.Rahat hayatından
koptu.

Özgür olsun diye onu tehlikeye saldım. Büyük ihtimalle minik arkadaşım çok
yaşayamamıştır. Başka bir canlı tarafından öldürülmediyse bile en azından açlıktan ölmüştür.
Çünkü Şanslı

küçüklüğünde geldi elime. Vahşi hayatı hiç tatmadı. Hiç avlanmadı ki. Minik arkadaşıma
iyilik yapacağım derken onun canını aldım. Ellerimin kanlı olduğunu biliyorum.

Dostoyevski "Ya odanda öldürdüğün örümcek seni oda arkadaşı sandıysa?" diye bir soru
yöneltmiş. Benim durumum daha da kötü. Örümceği hiç beslememiştik zaten. Hiç
arkadaşlığımızı

görmemişti. Peki ya kuşum... Ona o kadar can dostum gözüyle bakmıştım. Onu dışarı
bıraktığımda acaba ondan vaz geçtiğimi mi düşündü? Şu şüphesizki o benim oda arkadaşımdı.
Ve ben onu öldürdüm.

Şuan özgürlük konusunda düşüncem şu şekilde : Eğer bir canlı ya da herhangi bir şey
kendisine pay biçilen herhangi bir durumu kabul etmezse özgürlüğünü aramak zorundadır.
Ancak

keyfi yerinde olan kişileri ya da "şey"leri özgürlüğe kavuşturmaya çalıştırmak, onları
memnun değil mutsuz yapar.

Yazının başında da belirttiğim gibi düşünmeden "özgürlük" en vazgeçilmez şeydir derdim.
Çünkü düşünseydim "özgürlüğün" en vazgeçilmez olmadığını bilirdim.

FREEDOM

Have you ever asked yourself what is the most indispensable thing in this life? I would say
"freedom" without a second thought. First of all, let me introduce myself to you: I am Birol, I
am seventeen years old.

I was very happy and excited when my grandfather brought me a birthday present. My
grandfather placed a cloth-covered cage on my little hands. Inside the white cage

There was a yellow canary. I was so excited. It's childhood. I was coming, I was leaving, I
was watching my bird, which I named "Lucky". From one side of the cage when you flap
your wings twice

passed to another. He was eating bird food and drinking water. I took care of him. One day,
while cleaning his cage, I took him between my two hands. I felt the tiny heart beating in my
tiny hands.

At that time, by chance, two doves came to the window and rested for a while.

At that moment, I realized that my bird, which I named "Lucky", was actually very
unlucky. What would I do if they suddenly put me in a room, I do all my work there, and I
don't have the opportunity to go out?

My heartbeat quickened, my hands were coldly sweaty, and tears came to my eyes
involuntarily. I never thought about it. He never hesitated. I kissed the "Lucky" whose heart
beat in my hands, opened the window

And I watched it fly away. This time tears of joy fell from my eyes.

It's been ten years. I had decided that the condition of my bird, which I once called
"Lucky", was the opposite of its name. Now I realize that I was wrong. "Lucky" is a really
lucky bird. Now

You will be surprised when you read this. "What happened when you were talking about so
much freedom, now you're saying the opposite?" you are asking. My answer is simple: I've
matured. The difficulties of freedom

I learned. I do not disdain freedom, but let's take a look: My grandfather bought me a bird, I
fed the bird and took care of its needs. Then I let him go out the window. He was cut off from
his comfortable life.

I put him in danger so that he could be free. Most likely, my little friend did not live long.
Even if he wasn't killed by another creature, he at least starved to death. Because Lucky

It came to me when I was little. He has never tasted wildlife. It has never been hunted. I took
his life while I was trying to do a favor for my little friend. I know my hands are bloody.

Dostoevsky "What if the spider you killed in your room thought you were a roommate?"
he asked a question. My situation is even worse. We had never fed the spider. never our
friendship

had not seen. What about my bird... I looked at him as my dear friend. Did he think I gave up
on him when I let him out? No doubt he was my roommate. And me I killed him.

My thoughts on freedom right now are as follows: If a living thing or anything does not
accept any given situation, it has to seek its freedom. However

Trying to liberate people or "things" who are in a good mood makes them unhappy rather than
satisfied.

As I mentioned at the beginning of the article, I would say "freedom" is the most
indispensable thing without thinking. Because if I did, I would know that "freedom" is not the
most indispensable.

ALPEREN

Kendime Mektup

İnsan en çok yarını merak eder. Sizde yaşamışsınızdır bu hissi. Korkular, heyecanlar, telaşlar
kafamın içinde dönüp duruyor bazen. Özellikle yalnız kalınca. Acaba ne iş yapacağım? Hangi
okulda ve hangi bölümde okuyacağım? İş bulacak mıyım? Hata yapacak mıyım? Mutlu olacak
mıyım? Düşünmedim derseniz yalan söylemiş olursunuz.
Şimdi okulun bahçesinde ağacın altında oturmuş on yıl sonraki bana mektup yazıyorum. Aklımı
kurcalayan onca soruya rağmen gözlerimi kapatıyorum derin bir nefes alıyorum. İçime bahar
kokusu doluyor hayata dair umutsuzlukların ve bilinmezliklerin beni ele geçirmesine izin
vermiyorum.

Biliyorum ki hayat her zaman zor olmayacak. Sevdiklerim her zaman yanımda olmaya
çalışacak.. Belki iyi bir iş de bulamayacağım. Bazen düşeceğim, dizlerim kanayacak
çocukluğumdaki gibi... Ama yine kalkacağım. Yine ayağıma batan dikenleri bir bir çıkartıp
çiçekli yollar arayacağım kendime.
Bazen yanımda olan insanlara tutunup kalkacağım. Bazen elimi bırakıp yalnız kalacağım. Her
zaman gülmeyeceğim ama göz yaşları da beni ben yapacak.
Nefes aldığın süreçte umut her zaman vardır. Bunu sakın unutma. Korktuğunda içine en ufak bir
umutsuzluk düşerse kapat gözlerini ve bugün şu an içine çektiğin bahar kokusunu hatırla.

Letter to Myself

Most people worry about the future. You have experienced this feeling. Fears, excitements,
rushes are swirling in my head sometimes. Especially when you're alone. What will I do? In
which school and in which department will I study? Will I find a job? Will I make a mistake?
Will I be happy? You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about it.

Now I am sitting under the tree in the garden of the school writing a letter to me ten years
later. Despite all the questions plaguing my mind, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I
am filled with the smell of spring, I do not let the hopelessness and the unknown about life
take over me.

I know that life will not always be difficult. My loved ones will always try to be by my side.
Maybe I will not find a good job. Sometimes I will fall, my knees will bleed like in my
childhood... But I will get up again. Again, I will remove the thorns that prick my feet and
look for flowery paths for myself.

Sometimes I will hold on to the people who are next to me. Sometimes I will let go of my
hand and be alone. I won't always smile, but tears will make me who I am.

There is always hope as you breathe. Do not you ever forget this. If you feel the slightest
hopelessness when you are afraid, close your eyes and remember the smell of spring you
breathe in today.

CEVAT

Selam gelecekteki ben,

Bugün on sekiz yaşımı doldurdum ve bugün bir karar verdim. Her yaş günümde yirmi sekiz
yaşımdaki halime mektup yazacağım. Yirmi sekiz yaşını doldurunca da hepsini sırasıyla
okuyacağım. Acaba beni o yaşa getirecek bu on yılda beni neler bekliyor olacak?
Hangi mesleği seçmem gerektiğine henüz karar veremedim. Bugünün şartlarını düşününce
ekonomi, işsizlik beni korkutuyor. Sınava da az kaldı. Umarım bir sene sonra sana bu mektubu
yazarken üniversite okuyor olurum.

Yazdıklarım aslında ne kadar şans eseri yaşadığımızı anlamama neden oldu. Hayatımı bir film
gibi ileri almak ister miyim diye sordum da bilemiyorum. Yarını bilmek heyecan vermedi bana.
On sene sonra dönüp bakınca yaptıkların ve yapmadıkların için pişman olma. Sakın unutma;
yaşadığın her şey seni sen yapacak. Evet hayatı ileri alma şansımız olamayacak ama on sene
sonra bu mektupla geriye sarıp birlikte gülüp ağlayacağımıza söz veriyorum.

Hello Future me

Today I turned eighteen and today I made a decision. I will write a letter to my twenty-eight
year old self on every birthday. When I turn twenty-eight, I will read them all in order. I
wonder what awaits me in this decade that will bring me to that age?

I have not yet decided which profession I should choose. When I think of today's conditions,
the economy and unemployment scare me. There is little time left for the exam. I hope in a
year I will be studying at university when I write this letter to you.

What I wrote made me realize how lucky we actually live. I asked if I wanted to advance my
life like a movie, but I don't know. Knowing about tomorrow did not excite me.

When you look back ten years later, don't regret what you did or didn't do. Do not forget;
Everything you go through will make you you. Yes, we will not have a chance to move life
forward, but ten years from now, I promise to rewind with this letter and laugh and cry
together.

ŞEVVAL

KARS ALPASLAN ANADOLU
LİSESİ

ŞİRİN ÖNER

Adaletin Pençesi

(Adalet nedir, adalet ne işe yarar, hukuk ve mahkeme nedir, mahkemede neler olur, bir kişinin
kendi hakkını savunduğu yer mi, yoksa karşısındakini suçladığı yer mi? Bütün bu sorulara
cevap arayan şairimizin hikâyesi yeni başlıyordu.)

Fırat her zaman ki gibi Kepez Sahilinde dolaşıyor martıların cıvıltısını dinliyordu. Not
defterini çıkartıp gözlemlerine başlamıştı. Not defteri, siyah renkli ve cep kadar boyu vardı.
Bir banka oturup feribotun gelmesini bekledi. O sırada yanına bir ayakkabı boyacısı çocuk
geldi ve “Boyayayım mı abi” dedi. Genç şair gülümseyerek ayakkabısını uzattı. Çocuk
boyama işini bitirdikten sonra parasını alıp gülümseyerek yanındaki banka gitti. Diğer bankta
iki tane takım elbise giymiş erkek bulunmaktaydı. Çocuk aynı suali onlara da sordu, ikisi de el
hareketi yaparak “Git buradan pis çocuk” dediler. Çocuk hiç sesini çıkartmadan oradan
uzaklaştı. Fırat bu duruma çok üzülmüştü ve hemen deftere birkaç dize karalamıştı:

“Çocuğun suçu ne idi

Bu hayatı seçmedi

Önce insan olmalı

Bunu bilemedi.”

Feribot gelmişti, kalkmasına beş dk vardı hemen simitçiden simit alıp feribota geçti. Her
zamanki koltuğa oturdu ve simidinden bir ısırık aldı. Feribot harekete geçmişti yolculuk
karşıya yani Eceabat’ a gidiyordu. Martılar feribotun çevresinde uçuşuyordu. Fırat son parçayı
da martılara attı. Simidin son parçası için martıların kapıştığını gördü. Yanındaki iki genç
kahkahalar ile “Gördün mü nasıl birbirlerine saldırıyorlar” dedi. Şair yeniden defterine:

“Biz insan onlar martı

Şu hale bak bilmem kim yaptı

İnsanlar keyif aldı

Martılar uçuşuyordu.”

Gençlerden biri Fırat’ a “Ne yazıyorsun” diye sorunca Fırat’ ta “Cahilliği yazıyorum, insanlar
kendilerini akıllı zanneder ancak davranışları cahilcedir.”

Feribot, Eceabat iskelesine yanaşmıştı. Fırat yerinden doğruldu ve feribottan çıktı. İskelenin
hemen karşısında bir karakol vardı. İki polis memuru, bir yaşlı adam yanında da şişman bir
kadın vardı. Şişman kadın, telaşlı ve öfkeli gözüküyordu. Kalabalık oraya toplanmıştı. Fırat’
ta oraya gitti. Şişman kadın:

-Cüzdanımı o çaldı diyorum size.(Yaşlı adamı işaret ediyordu.)

-Cüzdanını ben çalmadım, dedi yaşlı adam (boğuk bir ses tonuyla)

Polis memurlarından biri “Herhangi bir deliliniz var mı hanımefendi?” diye sordu. Şişman
kadın “Delilim yok ama o çaldı eminim” dedi. Fırat araya girerek:

-Herhangi bir deliliniz yok ise kimseyi suçlayamazsınız, bende perilerin var olduğundan
eminim ama bunu ispatlayamam.

-Sen sus karışma bu işe dedi, Şişman kadın.

Polis memurları olay uzayınca yaşlı adamı da şişman kadını da karakolun içerisine götürdüler
ve kalabalık dağıldı. Fırat elini cebine götürerek defterini çıkarttı ve yine bir şeyler yazmaya
başladı:

“Yaşlı adamın ayağı titriyordu

Kimse önemsemiyordu

Ayı saldırıyordu

Millet izliyordu.”

Hava kararmak üzereydi, Fırat eve döndü. Fırat yemekten sonra odasına çekilip yazdıklarını
ve yazacaklarını düşündü ve bir şiir kitabı çıkartma kararı aldı. Fırat aylarca gözlem yapıp
gözlemlerini şiir şeklinde yazdı.

Nihayet o gün gelmişti ve kitabının ilk basım günüydü. İlk ay kitap, pek rehavet görmese
ikinci ay kitap kapış kapış satılıyordu. Yıl sonunda ise Fırat artık fenomen bir şair idi ve bir
gün imza günü yapmaya karar verdi. İmza gününe nerdeyse tüm Çanakkale gelmişti. Yalnızca
okuyucular değil sponsor olmak isteyen ve Fırat ile röportaj yapmak isteyen gazeteciler bile
vardı. Fırat röportajı kabul etti ve gazetecilerden biri “Yazdığınız Adaletin Pençesi kitabını
hangi amaç ile yazdınız” diye sordu. Fırat “ Benim bu kitabı yayımlama da asıl amacım
toplumumuzun yok olmak üzere olan adaleti, hoşgörüyü ve merhameti yeniden
kazandırmaktadır. Herkes doğarken şanslı olmayabilir önemli olan bu şansı doğru
kullanmaktır. Kitabımda geçen bütün olaylar gerçektir. Gerçek olmayan tek şey adaleti
sağlayan “Adaletin Pençesi” kahramanıdır.”

The Claw of Justice

(What is justice, what is justice, what is law and court, what happens in court, is it where a
person defends his or her right, or where he accuses the other?

The Euphrates, as usual, roamed the Beach of Kepez, listening to the chirping of seagulls. He
took out his notebook and started his observations. It had a notebook, black color and pocket
size. A bank sat and waited for the ferry to arrive. That's when a shoe painter came up to him
and said, "Should I paint it, brother?" The young poet smiled and extended his shoe. After the
boy finished painting, he took his money and left with a smile. On the other side were two
men in suits. The boy asked them the same question, and they both made a hand gesture and
said, "Get out of here, dirty boy." The boy walked away without making a sound. Firat was
very upset about this situation and immediately scribbled a few verses in the notebook:

"What was the boy's fault?

He didn't choose this life.

It must be human first.

He didn't know that. "I'm going

The ferry had arrived, it was five minutes before it was going to leave, and he immediately
picked up a bagel from the bagel shop and went to the ferry. He sat in the usual seat and took
a bite out of his bagel. The ferry was on its way across, Eceabat. Seagulls were flying around
the ferry. Euphrates threw the last piece at the seagulls. He saw seagulls fighting over the last
piece of the slide. "See how they attack each other?" the two young men next to him said
with laughter. In the poet's notebook again:

"We human onlar seagull

Look at him, I don't know who did it.

People enjoyed it

The seagulls were flying."

When one of the young people asked Euphrates, "What are you writing?" he said, "I write
ignorance, people think they are smart, but their behavior is ignorant."

The ferry docked at Eceabat pier. The Euphrates was up and out of the ferry. There was a
police station just across the pier. Two police officers, an old man, and a fat woman. The fat
woman looked agitated and angry. The crowd had gathered there. That's where he went in the
Euphrates. Fat woman:

-I'm telling you, he stole my wallet.( He was pointing at the old man.)

-I didn't steal your wallet," said the old man (in a muffled tone)

One of the officers asked, "Do you have any evidence, ma'am?" The fat lady said, "I don't
have any proof, but I'm sure he stole it." Euphrates intervened:

-If you don't have any evidence , you can't blame anyone, I'm sure I have fairies, but I can't
prove it.

-You don't shut up, fat woman.

When the incident escalated, officers took the elderly man and the fat woman inside the police
station and the crowd dispersed. Fırat took his hand in his pocket, pulled out his notebook and
started writing again:

"The old man's foot was shaking

No one cared.

The bear was attacking.

People were watching."

It was almost dark, the Euphrates came home. After dinner, Fırat retreated to his room,
thought they were going to write and write, and decided to release a book of poetry. Fırat
observed for months and wrote his observations in the form of poetry.

That day had finally come, and it was the first day of publication of your book. In the first
month, the book was sold in battle, and the second month, if it didn't get much rest. At the end
of the year, Fırat was now a phenomenal poet and decided to make a signing day one day. It
wasn't just readers, it was journalists who wanted to sponsor and interview Euphrates. Fırat

accepted the interview and one of the journalists asked, "For what purpose did you write the
book The Claw of Justice?" Fırat " My main purpose in publishing this book is to restore the
justice, tolerance and compassion that our society is about to destroy. Not everyone may be
lucky at birth, but the important thing is to take that chance right. All the events in my book
are real. The only thing that isn't true is the hero of "The Claw of Justice", who gets justice."

ENSAR KAAL

GELECEKTEKİ BANA MELTUP

Merhaba! Nasılsın? Umarım çok iyisindir.
Ben senim, sen de ben. Ben senin 14 yaşındaki halinim. Sen kaç yaşındasın bilmiyorum ama
sadece bu mektupta biraz seninle sohbet etmek istiyorum ve sana bazı şeyleri hatırlatmak
istiyorum..
Öncelikle şu an akademik başarıya bi tık takık biriyim üniversitede ingilizce öğretmenliği ve
psikoloji bölümlerinden çift anadal yapmak istiyorum, üniversite okurken erasmus yapma
hayalim var mezun olduktan sonra da hem yetişkin psikolojisi hem de pedogoji alanından
yüksek lisans yapmak istiyorum. Biliyorum hepsini aynı anda yetişmem zor ama sadece hayal
işte ne kadarı gerçek olur meçhul.
Her neyse 14 yaşındaki sen çok yetersiz hissediyor umarım sen yaptıklarınla hem kendin için
hem de ailen için yeterli hissedebiliyorsundur.
Aslında sana karşı açık konuşacağım; kimseye karşı yeterlilik duymak zorunda değilsin
verdiğin kararlarda dikkatli ol lütfen çünkü bir gün hayatta yalnız kalacaksın ve işte o zaman
seçtiğin kararlar senin kaderin olacak. Şu an nasıl hissettiğini bilmiyorum o yüzden kötü
hissetme ihtimaline karşı sana bildiğin ve hep aklının bir köşesinde barındırman gereken bir
kaç şeyi hatırlatmak istiyorum;
Hatırlıyor musun en sevdiğimiz söz Albert Einstein'in "Hayat bisiklet sürmek gibidir,
dengede kalmak için hareket etmek gerekir." sözü. Eğer dengede kalmak istiyorsan zor olsa
bile bir şeyler yapmaya çalış ve kendin için çabala lütfen bunu sadece iyi bir iş sahibi olmak,
kendi ayaklarının üzerinde durabilmek olarak algılama asıl demeye çalıştığım şey iyi
hissetmek için çabalaman hayatta her zaman sorunlar var ve biz sürekli olarak bu sorunları
aşmakla uğraşıyoruz zaten hep Dostoyevski'nin de dediği gibi "Hayatta hep mutlu olsam
hayalini kuracağım ne kalır?" Hayatta hep mutlu olmak zorunda değilsin, hep mutlu olmaya
çalışmak yorar seni, kötü hissetmekle de üzülmekle de barış onlar da senin hayatının birer
parçası onlara da ihtiyacın var hem yılların ve hislerin bir daha asla geri gelmeyecek dibine
kadar yaşamayı denemelisin ;)
" Hayat, çatlak bardaktaki suya benzer; içsen de tükenir içmesen de. Bu yüzden hayattan tat
almaya bak çünkü yaşasan da bitecek yaşamasan da." Der Neyzen Tevfik.

Bu arada 14 yaşındaki sen kendine çok güzel bir şey kattı bu yaşında; hatırlarsan 14 yaşımıza
kadar hep istediğimiz olmazsa moralimiz bozulur, işler istediğimiz gibi gitmezse o şeyi
yapma hevesimiz kaçardı, bir şeylerin istediğimiz gibi gitmemesini kabullenemezdik ama 14
yaşındaki sen bunu aştı artık bir şeylerin istediğim gibi gitmemesini umursamıyorum
gitmediyse o durumu kabullenip yeni bir yol çiziyorum ve o anın tadını çıkarıyorum o anı sırf
istediğim olmadı diye mahvetmiyorum çünkü saniyeler, dakikalar, saatler, günler, haftalar,
aylar, yıllar geçer de bize sadece anılarımız kalır o yüzden artık o anıları kirletmemeye karar
verdim umarım hâlâ öyleyimdir :)

Hem ne demiş Ara Güler "Rastgele çekilen fotoğraflar daha güzel çıkar, tesadüfen tanışılan
insanlarla daha mutlu oluruz, kıyıda köşede uyuya kalmak uykunun en keyiflisidir, plansız
'hadi' denilerek yapılan aktiviteler daha eğlencelidir. Her şeyin kendiliğinden olanı güzel." O
yüzden şartları kabullen ve onları güzelleştirmeye çalış.
Biliyorum çok fazla alıntı yapıyorum ama sadece yazarlar, sözler ve kitaplar hoşuma gidiyor
gerçi zaten kendimi sana açıklamama gerek yok sen zaten yargılamazsın beni o yüzden bu
konuyla ilgili son bir alıntı daha yapacağım
"Ömür dediğin üç gündür; dün geldi geçti, yarın meçhuldür. O halde ömür dediğin bir gündür
o da bu gündür."
- Can Yücel

Ve son bir şey hep olduğun gibi kal olur mu? 14 yaşındaki sen diyor ki 'olduğum gibi olmayı
seviyorum, sevdiğiniz gibi olmasamda' kimse yanında olmasa bile sen senin yanındasın
hayatta başarılar seni seviyorum..

KÜBRA KAAL

A LETTER TO MYSELF

Hello! How are you? I hope you're doing very well.
I'm you, you're me. I'm your 14-year-old self. I don't know how old you are, but I just want to
have a little chat with you in this letter, and I want to remind you of some things.
First of all, I am now obsessed with academic success, I want to do english teaching and
psychology departments at university, I have a dream to do erasmus while studying at
university and after graduating I want to do a master's degree in both adult psychology and
pedogogy. I know it's hard for me to keep up with them all at the same time, but it's just a
dream job, and it's unclear how much of it will come true.
Anyway, 14-year-old you feel so inadequate, I hope you can feel enough for yourself and
your family with what you've done.
Actually, I'm going to be honest with you. You don't have to be qualified to be against
anyone, so be careful with your decisions, please, because one day you'll be alone in life, and
that's when the decisions you choose will be your destiny. I don't know how you feel right
now, so I just want to remind you of a few things you know that you always have to keep in
the back of your mind in case you feel bad.
Remember our favorite phrase, Albert Einstein's "Life is like riding a bike, you have to move
to stay balanced." If you want to stay balanced, even if it's hard, try to do something for
yourself and please don't think of it as having a good job, being able to stand on your own two
feet. We're always trying to overcome the problems, as Dostoevsky always said, "If I was
always happy in life, what would I dream of?" You don't always have to be happy in life, it
always tires you to try to be happy, whether you feel bad or sad, but peace, they're part of
your life, and you need them, and you have to try to live to the bottom that your years and
feelings will never come back;)
" Life is like water in a cracked glass; Whether you drink it or not. So try to taste life,
because whether you live or not." said Neyzen Tevfik.

By the way, you, 14, have added something beautiful to you at your age; If you remember, by
the time we were 14, if we didn't always get what we wanted, we'd be depressed, and if things
didn't work out the way we wanted, we'd lose the urge to do that thing, that something we
wanted. We couldn't accept that it didn't go like it did, but 14-year-old you've been through it,

and I don't care if things don't go my way, and I'm accepting it and I'm enjoying it, and I'm
enjoying it just because I didn't want to, because seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,
months, years go by, and we just have memories left, so I hope I still am:)
And what Ara Güler said " Random photos come out better, we are happier with people who
are met by chance, falling asleep in the corner on the shore is the most enjoyable of sleep,
activities with unplanned 'come on' activities are more fun. It's all good that it's all
spontaneous." So accept the conditions and try to make them beautiful.
I know I quote a lot, but. I just like writers and lyrics and books, but I don't need to explain
myself to you anyway, and you don't judge me anyway, so I'm going to make one last quote
about it.
"Life is three days; It came and went yesterday, it's unknown tomorrow. Then it is a Day of
life."
- Can Yucel

And one last thing, stay the way you always have been, okay? The 14-year-old says 'I love
being who I am, even if I'm not what you love' even if no one's around you, you're there for
you, I love you in life.

KÜBRA KAAL

Özgürken Ne olacak?

12 sene olmuştu. Masum bir insan olan Miraç'ın, suçsuz yere cezaevinde yatmaya başlaması tam 12
sene olmuştu. Miraç daha yirmisinde gül gibi bir gençti. Hayalleri vardı. 20 yaşında, bir üniversite
öğrencisi idi ve kariyer yapmayı planlıyordu. Ama kötü bir olaysonucu, dost dediği kişinin bile
kendisine sırt çevirip kendi suçunu ona yüklemesi, onu arkasından bıçaklaması kadar kötü bir şey
yoktu onun için. Miraç tamı tamına 12 sene sonra cezaevinden tahliyesi verilir. Miraç özgürlüğe
kavuşur. Ama artık 32 yaşındadır vekariyer yapmaktan eskisi kadar emin değildir.

Cezaevinde 12 yıl kadar uzun bir süre düşünme

fırsatı olmuştu. Fakat şimdi ne yapacaktı? Eskiden dostu olan adamı, Miraç'ın 12 senesini elinden
alan adamı bulmak istiyordu. Ama nasılbulacaktı? Ya da bulabilecek miydi? Veya dahaiyisini
yapacaktı ve hiç bulaşmayacaktı. Ama Miraç'ın ilk yapacak olduğu şey etrafı gezmekti. 12 sene de
ne değişmişti, ya da nereler? İlk olarak eskiden yaşadığı evine, küçük ve şirin evine girdi. Eve
girdiğinde ev yenilenmiş idi. Duvarları daha yeni boyanmıştı.İçine eşyası dizilmişti, çok güzel bir
şekilde ve tam Miraç 'ın zevkine göre dizilmişti.

Miraç eve girer girmez bu dekorasyonu görür ve kendini alıkoyamayıp kendini kanepenin yumuşak
dokusunun üzerine atar. Sonra da ailesinin niçin tahliyeye gelmediğini düşünür. Vebirdenbire kapı
çalar.

Merakla kapıya doğru gider ve yüzyıllardır sorulan "Kim o?" sorusunu sorar. En başta pekbir
ses çıkmaz. Daha sonra da biri kadın diğeri erkek olmak üzere iki kişi mutlu ve heyecanlı bir
şekilde bağırarak, "Biziz!" derler.

Miraç ilk başta duyduğu sesin Kim olduğunu anlayamaz. Ama sevinçli seslerinden de
anlaşıldığı gibi tanıdığı biriydi. Kapıyı açar ve önünde anne ile babasını görür. Miraç da çok
sevinir ve mutluluk çığlıkları atmaya başlar.

Ailesi ile görüştükten sonra oturup konuşmayabaşlarlar. "Cezaevinde ne yaptın?" "Nasıl geçti?"
tarzı sorular soruldu ve Miraç tarafından cevaplandı. Sonra Miraç ailesini uzun bir sohbetten
sonra uğurlar. Daha sonra da önceden aklına takılan soru yine kafasını kurcalar. "Artık ne
yapacağım?" sorusu.

Sonuçta artık özgürdü ve daha önce kendini

hiç böyle hissetmemişti. En azından bu olay son 12 yıldır böyle. Miraç özgür iken birçok aktivite
yapar. Üniversiteye onun için ne kadar zor olsa da devam eder. Yıllar önce ona iftira atan, 12
yılını elinden alan ve eskiden "dost" diye hitap ettiği adamı mahkemede, dört duvararasında,
adaletin önünde çaresiz bir şekilde bırakarak içindeki nefret duygusunu da kökünden çözmüş
olur. Ve özgürlüğün ona vermiş olduğu mutluluk hissinin hiçbir şeye bedel olamayacağını
anlar.

What happens when you're free ?

It's been 12 years. It had been 12 years since Miraç, an innocent man, began to serve time
without charge. Miraç was a rose-like young man in his twenties . He had dreams. At the age
of 20, he was a college student and was planning a career. But there was nothing worse for
him than when , as a result of a bad incident, even the person he called a friend turned to
him and blamed himself on him, stabbing him in the back. Miraç is released from prison
after 12 years. Miraç will be liberated. But he's 32 now and he's not as sure about a career as
he used to be. He had the opportunity to reflect for as long as 12 years in prison. But what
was he going to do now? He wanted to find the man who used to be his friend, the man
who took away 12 years of Miraç. But how was he going to find it? Or could he? And
either he was going to do better and he wasn't going to get involved. But the first thing
Miraç was going to do was go around. First of all , it's like the house he used to live
in, his cute little house. The house had been refurbished. His belongings were
arranged in it, very beautifully and to the taste of tarn Miraç.

As soon as The Mirage enters the house, he sees this decoration and throws himself

over the soft texture of the sofa. Then he thinks about why his parents didn't come to

evacuate. And all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.

He curiously walks to the door and asks, "Who is he?" questions. There's not a lot of noise at
first. Then two people, one male and female, shouted happily and excitedly, "It's us!"
Compiles.

Miraç initially heard who was the voice .
He can't understand. But as their joyful voice suggests, he was someone he knew. He
opens the door and sees his parents in front of him. Miraç is also very happy and begins to
scream for happiness.
After meeting with his family , they sit down and start talking. "What did you do in prison?"
"How'd it go?" style questions were asked and answered by Miraç. Then Miraç farewells
his family after a long time. And then the question that's been popping into his head before
gets his head around it. "What am I going to do now?" Question.

After all, he was free, and he'd never
He's never felt like this before. At least that's been the case for the last 12 years. Miraç does a lot
of activities when he's free. He goes to college no matter how hard it is for him. He also
removes her hatred from the roots by leaving the man he used to call his friend, who
slandered his years ago, who took away her 12 years, and whom he used to call his friend,
helplessly in court. And he understands that the sense of happiness that freedom has given
him can't be worth anything

ARDA KAAL