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EMEL KÜÇÜK (GÜMÜŞHANE TÜRK TELEKOM FEN LİSESİ)

                 MY CHILDHOOD AGAIN

    When I went out on the street after the quarantine, the sight I saw hurt my heart. I thought of my childhood. Children playing in the streets, old people who get angry when the ball is in front of the ball house where the children play, the little ones who dream and draw pictures with the hope of a happy future, the young people who are looking for books and teachers for their education, and even more. I would have liked to. I would like to be a child again and run in the rain, when I was sick, I would like to watch the rainbow that comes out after the rain while drinking the soup my mother made by the burning stove. I would like to be naughty again, run and play until I get tired. Studying at night when my only concern is the next day's exam; I would like to study at school again at that time. I would like to be a child again. However, when I was only 25 years old, my soul was tired enough to make me feel 60 years old. 

 I cant carry the weight of life on my shoulders, I wish I could be as carefree as my childhood. I wish I had a soul like those children. But now I realize my responsibilities and integrate with them. I need to get things right, taking care of my wife and children is my biggest mission. My life is finally telling me that I have to do something, and I motivate myself with the beauty of it.The quarantine has affected me and my family a lot, both in terms of social life and the economy. But now I will go to work for the first time in 2 years.

    As I showupworking, I feel a feeling of apprehensionblended in withfervor. It'sbeen a long time since I lastworked, and I don'tknowwhat's in store. I make a fullbreathandstride inside, preparedtoconfrontanythingchallengeslieahead.

    The initial not manydays at workareoverpowering, and I windupbattlingtostayaware of thehighspeed of thegig. Not set in stone tosucceed, and I propelmyselfharderthan at anyother time. Gradually, I begintogetthehang of things, andmycertaintydevelops as time passes.

    Beyond work, life goes on. My familyand I keep on exploringthehighpointsandlowpoints of daytodayexistence, yet we do as suchwith a newlydiscoveredfeeling of versatility. Werequireeveryday as it comes, andwetrackdowneuphoria in thelittleminutesthatmakedailyroutineworthexperiencing.

    Notwithstanding the difficulties that actually lie ahead, I feel a feeling of expectation for what's to come. I realize that I can never return to my young life, however I can make new recollections and encounters that will shape the individual I am today. As time passes, I develop further not set in stone to capitalize on the existence I've been given.

    But sometimes things don't go the way we want. One accident was enough to ruin my whole life. I lost my entire family in the accident. My eyes could no longer see. I regretted. I was very sorry that I did not die there that day. Only my survival was a great punishment. But in fact, I had already inflicted the greatest punishment on myself. My eyes could be reopened. There was the opportunity. But I saw it as unfair to my family. A great disrespect to them... I realized how easy my life used to be on my first job search. Nobody wanted to give a job to a blind person. Maybe they were right. What could a blind person do? maybe a desk job? It was very difficult. Facing the harsh reality was utter disappointment.

    Because I now have a family that I am responsible for and children I have to take care of. I have had a long time to think about these during the quarantine days. My own childhood and what I experienced at that moment were such opposite senses that for a moment I felt empty. Then life started again, nature came to life again and the hopes that had been exhausted in me grew again. Because life went on despite everything.

Even though I couldn't go back to my childhood, I could have given my own children a very good life. With all these thoughts, I hugged life again with four hands.

   SCHOOLS WRITING THE COMMON STORY:

    ELİF ALAN İNCE VE ŞENİZ ŞENCEBE ŞEKER (MİLAS SEBAHATTİN AKYÜZ FEN LİSESİ)

    EMEL KÜÇÜK (GÜMÜŞHANE TÜRK TELEKOM FEN LİSESİ)

    FÜSUN BAYKALA (BURSA HAVVA ASLANOBA MESLEKİ VE TEKNİK ANADOLU LİSESİ)

    MELTEM YAŞAR (ŞAHİN ŞEN KIZ ANADOLU İMAM HATİP LİSESİ FEN VE SOSYAL BİLİMLER PROJE OKULU)

    EWELINA KOWALSKA ( SZKOLA  PODSTAWOWANR 361 W  WARSzAWIE        Warszawa, Poland)

    HİKAYEYİ RESİMLEYEN OKUL: 

    EMEL KÜÇÜK (GÜMÜŞHANE TÜRK TELEKOM FEN LİSESİ)

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ÖMER YILMAZ , MESERRET ÖZGE ERKAL  (ZONGULDAK SAİME TOPTAN SOCIAL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL)

The Earthquake

No one knew that night that they wouldn't be able to make it out the next morning intact. They brushed their teeth as they do every day, said good night to each other, and went to sleep. Who knew the next morning the kids wouldn't be able to go to school and the adults wouldn't be able to go to work? No one who went to bed peacefully that night could wake up peacefully. Everyone woke up with a big jolt. Many of the newly awakened stayed at home, while those who were awake rushed out. As the ground continued to shake, houses began to collapse. As unsound and damaged buildings collapsed one by one, people began to wake up. Then the shaking stopped abruptly. This great earthquake caused great destruction in 10 cities. Buildings collapsed. The roads weren't even visible from the rubble. Some of the roads were broken and collapsed. As the sun began to rise, the news of the earthquake spread to other provinces in the country. The tremors continued. Even if there was little violence, the place was constantly shaking. When the sun rose and people in other cities began to wake up, everyone was crushed by this news. No one expected to wake up with such bad news. 

    While the people struggled for life, the people living in another city did not know anything. 

Some of them sought help from the internet, while others died under buildings. Life was so interesting that 58 thousand people under the rubble unwittingly talked with their families for the last time a few

hours ago, and saw their loved ones for the last time. 

This great earthquake in the middle of winter affected everyone. Some froze to death and some died of starvation. 

    The sun had risen for them for the last time and For some people, the struggle for life begun Survivors are struggling to survive,they couldn't get over the shock of the event.They didn't have any hope.They felt hopeless because of the earthquake.A few days ago, while they were lying in their warm beds,Now,they were staying in tents in the snow. 

Instead of those who died in the earthquake; Citizens living in another city woke up to a frightening morning. 

    Those who came out from under the rubble were lucky but what about the childless families left behind? Or what would happen to those families who lost their children? Those families had lost an arm. They had lost their reason to cling to life overnight. This was unbelievable for them. What about those people who stood under the rubble for days? Even if they came out from under the rubble, they would struggle with many diseases because they were dehydrated. Provinces were officially wiped from the map. Families who came out of the rubble began to stay in tents. The people caught outside in the earthquake are Mom! Father! they cried. Those who survived the wreckage, but whose families remained inside, were devastated.Our famous, rich people had sent aid trucks. Clothes, food, drinks, blanket etc. but Hatay's roads were very bad. Because of their roads, help arrived late.

    As the days passed, rescue efforts continued to search for survivors under the rubble, while others worked tirelessly to provide aid and support to those affected. Many people came together to donate their time, money, and resources to help the victims rebuild their lives.Despite the immense challenges, the people remained resilient and hopeful. Slowly but surely, they started to rebuild their homes and communities, with the support of their fellow citizens and the government. The experience had taught them the importance of being prepared for emergencies and working together to overcome adversity.Eventually, life returned to a new normal, but the memory of the 

earthquake and its aftermath remained etched in the minds of those who had lived through it. The tragedy had brought out the best in people, and the bonds that had formed in the aftermath of the disaster continued to strengthen communities for years to come.While no one can undo the damage caused by the earthquake, the people's spirit of resilience and determination showed that even in the darkest of times, there is hope for a better tomorrow. 

    The seismic tremor lastingly affected individuals and the networks impacted by the debacle. In the repercussions, survivors battled to adapt to the deficiency of friends and family, the annihilation of their homes, and the vulnerability of their future. Many were left without fundamental necessities, like food, water, and haven. The public authority and help associations hurried to give alleviation, yet the size of the catastrophe made it an overwhelming undertaking.The survivors' strength and assurance were scrutinized. For some's purposes, it implied digging through the rubble to track down their friends and family, while for other people, it implied attempting to get by in stopgap camps. As the

days transformed into weeks, the circumstances deteriorated. The survivors confronted the cruel truth of winter with no intensity, no power, and little food. Regardless of the difficulties, individuals met up to help one another. Networks united together to help those out of luck, sharing anything assets they had. The public authority likewise assumed a significant part in organizing help endeavors and offering help to the survivors. Help laborers and volunteers worked eagerly to disperse food, water, and clinical supplies to those impacted by the fiasco. 

    As the weeks passed, the underlying shock and disorder died down. Survivors started to get the pieces and remake their lives. The public authority gave brief lodging and help to assist individuals with recovering financially. Help associations kept on offering help, working with neighborhood networks to give long haul arrangements. 

    As far as some might be concerned, the quake lastingly affected their lives. They were left with physical and profound scars that would require a long time to recuperate. Many had lost all that they had worked for, including their homes, organizations, and occupations. The calamity had constrained them to go up against their mortality and the delicacy of life. Be that as it may, even despite such affliction, there was trust. The survivors' assurance to remake their lives and networks was motivating. They realize that the street ahead would be troublesome, however they were in good company. The flood of help from both the public authority and people in general showed that they were not neglected. 

    As time elapsed, the impacted networks started to recuperate. New homes were fabricated, organizations were returned, and schools continued classes. The debacle had achieved a restored

feeling of local area and fortitude. Individuals had met up to help each other in their period of scarcity, and that bond stayed even after the quake had passed.Thinking back on the catastrophe, individuals understood that it had shown them numerous important illustrations. They took in the significance of being ready for crises and the need to cooperate to defeat difficulty. They additionally understood the worth of life and the significance of valuing every second. 

Eventually, the quake profoundly affected individuals and the networks impacted by the fiasco. Yet, it had likewise achieved a reestablished feeling of trust and versatility. The survivors had shown that even in the haziest of times, there is a reason to have hope. Also, with the backing of their networks and the public authority, they had the option to reconstruct their lives and push ahead.

   SCHOOLS WRITING THE COMMON STORY:

(ZONGULDAK SAİME TOPTAN SOCIAL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL)

ÖMER YILMAZ / MESERRET ÖZGE ERKAL  

    EMEL KÜÇÜK (GÜMÜŞHANE TÜRK TELEKOM FEN LİSESİ)

    HİKAYEYİ RESİMLEYEN OKUL: 

    ÖMER YILMAZ , MESERRET ÖZGE ERKAL  (ZONGULDAK SAİME TOPTAN SOCIAL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL)

WHITE CARDIGAN

    “I was small. He is too young to know what death is yet.” Her lips trembled as she said these words, her eyes filled with tears, but she tried to restrain herself. His heart was filled with great pain like that day. As if it had never passed, it was always there. In the end, she couldn't hold back her tears. He covered his face with trembling hands. After waiting like this for a while, he rubbed his face to collect himself. She wanted to collect her words. Finally he found the strength to speak and said, “I loved football back then, you know?” her daughter shook her head no and said, "Well, you don't like football at all."

    “I used to love it when I was little. We went out to play with my friends every day. We would play until the evening prayer and then go back home. On the way back, the smell of food would come from the house. Although, the aftermath was a blast anyway.” When he said this, his eyes filled with light, he was happy, albeit for a moment, and smiled. But when he remembered what he was about to say, he frowned again and continued. “Again, one day I went out to play. I was going to put on my favorite white cardigan when my mom said, 'Don't get your cardigan dirty, I just washed it!' She said. I put on my white cardigan carefully, saying, "I'll take care too, mom." I put on my worn-out shoes and go out and jump. We played our game well. It's time to return home. I wasn't upset at all, I was going to play again tomorrow anyway. I was also very happy, I had scored exactly seven goals. I couldn't wait to tell my mom. As usual, my mother would take me in her arms and say 'well done to my son' and hit it off. On the other hand, I was going to breathe in the smell of her hair that smelled of lilies in her lap and fell on her shoulders. We never parted with my mother. We would only break up when I went out to play. In the meantime, I missed him so much. I wanted to see him right away, to share my happiness. While I was thinking these things, I approached the house, but there was no smell of good food. I was surprised but I didn't mind. Then came a great sound. That sound is still in my ears. After that sound, I saw my father running out of the house. I ran after him, I called out, but in vain, I could not catch up. I came to the door of the house, it was wide open. I walked in gently. I saw a red slipper that my mother threw at me every time I misbehaved – and then immediately apologized. Why was he in the middle of the hallway? Or did someone other than me get naughty? Thinking about it, I chuckled and picked up the slipper from the floor. 'Mommy, where are you? Do you know how many goals I scored today?' I

shouted, but there was no sound. I went a little further, reached the kitchen, but my mother was not there. Then I went into the living room, my mother was lying on the floor. Was he lying on the ground? No, I said he fell asleep. I tried to ignore the drops of blood that had dripped onto the floor. I got a little closer and sat next to him. Mom, wake up. Look what I'll tell you. Annee, do you know how many goals I scored today? Mom, look, I listened to your word, I never soiled my cardigan. I leaned against his arm, ignoring the blood on my cardigan, waiting for him to wake up, ignoring the tears in my eyes. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was neither with my mother nor in the place where I slept. After that, I neither went to our house nor saw my mother. Just then, I started to weep for my lost white cardigan.”

    HİKÂYEYİ YAZAN OKULLAR: 

    ELİF ALAN İNCE ,  ŞENİZ ŞENCEBE ŞEKER (MİLAS SEBAHATTİN AKYÜZ FEN LİSESİ)

    EWELINA KOWALSKA ( SZKOLA   PODSTAWOWANR 361 W  WARSzAWIE        Warszawa, Poland)