HARSNESS IN THE FAMILY .  . When I came closer home I started feeling badly. My father was standing at the door As soon as I arrived at home. He asked me why I was late with a meaningless smile on his lips. I was very frightened, I feel that it is going to happen a terrible event with my childhish heart. My teeny heart stardet beating with a fear. I did'nt what to do and I was shock because of fear although my father's smile on his face. His eyes were as dark as the deep wells. As if red flames were borning in his eyes. For a few Minutes I have watched the flames in his eyes abstractedly. They were bad as much as hell, anger as much as devil. It is going to happen bad things. I felt with my childish heart. However I did't show my fear and also smiled at him. I wish my parents met me with a real smile on their faces and surrounded by saying "My son." I wish I wouldn't be frightened of them. So my little body woldn't die by beatings day by day nor my heart without love. My father shouted angrily: "Why did you come home early? Where is your school bag?" Smiling with a fear: "There has been a meeting of teachers dad, our teacher let us free. Besides she ordered me to leave my bag at school and I did so." The flame of my father's eyes got out of and started burning me. He held his belt, opened it's buckle. In a hurry. I watched him despairly. There hasn't been anywhere to go and I was a little boy only. I was incurable and very frightened. Belt was cracked with a whistle in the space. Later on I heard my father's voice with anger: "Why do you escape from school? What happened to your bag?" I surrounded my book "Canakkale Isn't Passable" as if it would defend me. I wanted to loose in the pages of my book, I wish I wouldn't live. I wanted to die. He held his arm up and started dealing blow to my body many times. . ![[can+akin+44.jpg]](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNN9y4yZDYP5Z07yHX0km4xQHZfX2EezJ8Nki4BVuApT7ceTViqT84ZJHfyrNRRgtboEi_QgS5RUuB5m4J2IwOVNIrRNuXDUKarh-HlnJSBvaRcojMNdSLBj8ze-e8j48HhgZmpjTBZ8/s1600/can+akin+44.jpg) . My body felt on the floor by the hard blows. With every blow I felt on the floor once more. All of my body started bleeding because of the wounds which were formed by my father's belt. I was suffering deeply while belt was surrounding my thin body besides my nose has been bleeding for the last ten minutes. When the belt cracked on my face one of my eye was closed and I wasnt able to see clearly. Storms were flowining in my teeny heart while my father was beating me cruely. Ibeged God. "Save me my God, take my soul please." My heart was branded by the blows of belt. As if fire of the iron works factory were filled into my heart. At every blow he killed a piece of love in my litle heart. At every blow I died once more. My childish heart came to an end, all my hopes were broken. All the windows of our house were felt into my heart. Everywhere became dark with my last breath. I started begging: "My teacher set me free, she took my bag dad" He never heard me however, I was trying his mercy feelings to active. Suddenly he stopped beatind and: "Come on, let's go to your school hurry up." Suddenly he held my arm and took me to the street. Some parts of my coat were torn. I had so many pain and my thin body was burning also. Blow marks were seen because of the torns. My father stopped a tractor which was passing over the street and we got on. "Drive to school" He ordered to the driver of the tractor. I was cold and my wounds were aching intensively. I've bended my head and wrinkled my teeth because of pain. When I lifted my head I saw my father looking for something on his collar. He held one of my arm. As soon as he inserted the pin into my arm flashers were lighted in my eyes. I looked at his face with begging eyes. He's inserted the pin into my arm many times with a devilish expression and mercilessly without stopping. My arm has been covered with holes and it has started bleeding. Sometimes I tried to escape however he has been coming closer and was inserting once more. With anger: "Why did you escape from school? Why?" He has been going on shouting loudly. While he was inserting I was cryind and shouting loudly. Drop by a muddy image came in front of my eyes. I saw a group of men running after the tractor indistincly. They were soldiers and iron workers. When I saw them I started shouting much more loudly. They have already heard my voice: "Don't beat me dad." They couldn't catch us and save me. We went away speedly. When we arrived at school I almost was feeling died myself. My father threw me away as an empty sack. My thin legs weren't able to carry my body. I felt on the ground. There were students and teachers who were on duty in the school garden. Every body was watching us. Some of them were laughing and some were looking at me with pitying eyes. A few of them: "Do not act so in front of the students sir!" said. I was suffering from their insensitiveness more than the wounds I started crying loudly again. My father has jut learned the reality and felt remorse for the beatings. He looked at me and said: "Let's go home my son." I didn't want to go with him however I who had noone. I had to go home which hasn't been a nest according to me. While I was crying I turned to my teacher: "Why did you take the bag my teacher? Why?..." .  . She excused me and she was sorry as much as me. I started walking home. All the buildings were turninig around my head. My only aim was to arrive at home, sleep and forget about my pain. I surrounded my favorite book and was very cold. As if I was carrying an enemy soldier in the bottle of Canakkale. I was only a little boy and incurable. I remembered a few soldiers and hairy squashes were coming towarda us by shouting: "Can, Can." "Can what happened to you?" Suddenly all of the images were lost. I was taken to a deep well. I opened my eyes in a place which I've never seen before. It was a Military Hospital. My wounds have been dressed and my arm has been bandaged. I was suffering very nuch. A glass of serum has been tied to my arm. While I was trying to undersatand what happened a nurse with the black cape came into my room She was wearing an uniform, lifted my bed and gave me a spoon: "Eat your soup, I'm going to visit the other patients. When I came back your soup had to be finished little boy!" I asked the nurse if she saw my book: "Did you see my book named" Canakkale Isn't Passable Or did you take it?" She walked to the book case and passed me a bunch of papers from the shelf. My book has been untidy as my little body. Besides it has been covered with my blood. I cleaned it come back to school as soon as possible. Nobody has visited me. Where have my parents been? While I was wandering my parents an old man who was in uniform and bold, came into my room. He put a chair near my bed and asked: "I'm colonel Namık, are you better now my son?" "I'm suffering very much uncle uoctor" I said. I turned my head, I did't want to show him my tears. He told that the commander of the soldiers has alredy brought me to the hospital. I 've been unconscious. The doctor asked: "There has been an adult near you. Who beated you my son, tell me?" I told him that my father has been with me, and he beated. The doctor wondered why he beated me extremely. "I did nothing uncle doctor, I arrived home early and my school bag wasn't with me, that's all." I told him that my father supposed me breaking school and beated for this reason. "He didn't beleive me and started beating without stopping with his belt. After we had arrived school he learned the truth. The soldiers very angry with my father and they were running after the tractor." I added to my words. "How did these wounds happen?" Colonel Namık asked me. I told him that my father sticked pin into my arm. Uncle doctor did't beleive. "How could a father act so, it is impossible." While I was talking the doctor my tears started falling out ouf my eyes again. liened on my bed. I was very sleepy. The commander of Mending Factory came into my room and said: "Would you mind reading me the book which made my soldiers cry?" Suddenly I felt better I took my wrinkled book under my pillow After I had finished reading. The book named "Canakkale Isn't Passable" I also read my poem whom I wrote for the soldiers who died in Canakkale. While I was reading my poem noticed the nurse was crying behind my bed. A voice in my heart told me we would meet with the colonel Namık in the following years, In a differnt place and with a different personality. I've stayed in the Military Hospital for ten days. I looked out of the window and hoped to see my parents and my sister. Nobody came and visited me. I died once more with my childish heart.. Soldier brothers and commanders never left me alone and visited every day one by one. After ten days I wanted to leave the hospital. I started dressing, my school uniform has been covered with the blood. And it has been wrinkled besides. I had no money in my pocket. Later on Uncle Namık came and took me to his home. He met me with his own family. His wife has already cooked delicious food for me. I've understand how should a real family be. After lunch I was taken to my home by his car. When I arrived at home I opened the door. My mother watched me with a cool expression. I went to my room and took my bag. Mom said at last: "I you want, you can't go to school today Can." I told her about the spceeh of Uncle Ece at school and left home for school. When I was in the bus I saw my father with a stick in his hand and bandaged. He has lived a dissagreableness with the soldiers and iron-workers I thought. I was upset by his appearance. I couldn't stop my tears. When I arrived at school my teacher and my class mates have already been to the class. My teacher the students behaved well towards me. They have been all worried about me when I was in the hospital. When the pain killeres lost their effect I started suffering. My teacher took me to the teacher's room, brought two armchairs together and put me to the bed. She telephoned to the doctor of the Government Hospital. The doctor arrived in a short period of time and dressed my wounds, gave me new pain killers form my pain. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw Uncle Ece who was looking me anxiously. He asked me if I want to be a soldier: "Can my son, if you beleive you can do what you want in the future." Uncle Ece used to be with us in the national days and ceromonies. Our schooldirector used to let met o o carry the "Turkish Flag" in all ceromonies. I always carried our flag with a great honor and took it to school by myself. After I had graduated the primary school Uncle Ece came and brought me a huge package in his hand. It was an old flag on which there was a picture of Ataturk and a gun carriage of military. He gave it as a present of graduation. The moral value of this gift couldn't put a prize on. And added to his words with love: "I love you very much Can, take care of this present well." I kissed his hand, we surrounded each other as a father and a sun. "I'll never forget anything which you taught me, thank for the light in my heart." I've never seen Uncle Ece anymore. It was the last time I have seen him and I've been hiding Uncle Ece in the brightest place in my heart and brain… .  .   Türkçe Balıkesir'de Gazi Ece Amca Ve Ben Öykü Kitabı - Yazar: Can AKIN http://www.turklider.org/TR/EditModule.aspx?tabid=1038&mid=8373&ItemID=3066&ItemIndex=101  English Stories Of Memory - In Balikesir City Uncle Ece And Little Can - Written By: Can AKIN - Translated By: Nilufer DURSUN http://www.turklider.org/TR/EditModule.aspx?tabid=1038&mid=8373&ItemID=8866  Espanyol Balikesir Ciudad, Su Héroe Ece Amca Y Yo Escribir: Can AKIN - Traducción: Zulma LUJAN http://www.turklider.org/TR/EditModule.aspx?tabid=1038&mid=8373&ItemID=4900&ItemIndex=60  В Балъкесир Чичо Едже И Аз- Писател: Джан Акън-Разказ http://www.turklider.org/TR/EditModule.aspx?tabid=1038&mid=8373&ItemID=9121&ItemIndex=17   . . Mr CAN AKIN - Poet,Author, Translator Writer,International Photographer Mr CAN AKIN - Autor, Escritor Traductor,Poeta,Fotógrafo Internacional Mr CAN AKIN - 著者、翻訳者ライター、詩人、国際的な写真家 Mr CAN AKIN - 作者，译者的作家，诗人，国际摄影师 Poet Mr Can Akın -Poetry Book - Love - I Love You http://www.turklider.org/TR/EditModule.aspx?tabid=1038&mid=8373&ItemID=6002&ItemIndex=49 Stories OfMemory - Uncle Ece & Little Can - Written By: Mr Can AKIN Mr Can AKIN – Mevlana, Rumi 12 ThePhoto Exhibition Was Visited By 1,500,000 |
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