Dear Readers, we have been sitting at home for more than two months. It looks like we will continue to sit for a while. We are bored and overwhelmed. So let’s come for a short time and scatter our heads.
I recently read a very important anecdote written by Master Sunay Akın. Believe me my eyes are full. I remembered those who forget their roots and their homeland how thin and thick it is. And I was wondering for a moment, how will history write today in the future?
We are among the people waiting to meet the train at Nazilli Train Station.
İsmet İnönü, descending from the last wagon of the train coming from Ankara, shakes the hand of the people who greet him at the platform, a child catches his eye…
The child, who is between the ages of five and six, sells jugs and glasses with water.
When İnönü asked for water from the child, after she delivered the glass, when she answered a question asked and turned her head back, she saw that the child was not in place.
The reason for İnönü coming to town is to visit “Mahmut’s Ali Efe”, who fought against the occupation army in the Aegean Mountains during his War of Independence, in his home in Sultanhisar.
A surprise waits for Inonu, who comes to Efe’s house; The boy who sells water disappearing for a moment in the crowd of Nazilli Station is smiling there in front of the door of Mahmut Ali Efe.
Inonu asks the boy who is the son of Efe’s neighbor Terzi Mustafa Bey.
“Hulusi Samim, sir.”
Hulusi Samim will never forget that moment in his life …
Inonu, who tells him to read most of all, gives him 100 liras for school expenses.
Hulusi graduated from elementary school Nazilli Samim, Turkey would be the first teacher in the school entry examination.
However, his father has no financial power.
As a tailor, a colleague of his father Mustafa Bey, who took the surname “Cut”, comes into play and Hulusi Samim is enrolled in the Partners Teacher School with his contribution.
In 1961, while her pocket money was distributed to her friends every week in her envelope, she graduated from school with the sadness that she had never experienced such a moment.
First he takes charge in the primary school of the Kilalar Village of Atça, Aydın. He is then appointed to Diyarbakır Kayagiche Village. When her success in teaching comes to the fore, she is invited to Ankara to take charge in MEB’s Public Education Directorate. Knowing this opportunity, he enrolls in Ankara University Public Administration…
He writes textbooks on the other hand due to his civil service and studentship.
On the cover of “Social Studies” and “Revolution History” books taught in primary and secondary schools, his name is written on the cover of Samim cut.
Private publishing houses make offers on offer to work with them.
He replies without hesitation: “The state taught me. I completed my education life thanks to the scholarship of the state. I cannot get copyright from the books I wrote .. ”
It is assigned to sewing machines to be taken to vocational high schools for girls …
The company representative who won the tender, asks Hulusi Samim Bey to give his home address. “Why is that?” When she asks, she gets the answer that they will send a television that was bought very hard in those years as a gift.
At that moment, he tears all the documents in his hand and says that the tender has been canceled …
Her daughter Feray, who is a student at the Department of Music Teaching at Gazi University, leaves the school one evening when it rains in a glass.
Just as the cars passing in front of it were not enough to splash the rain water on the city bus, the city bus was delayed at the stop. When he sees his father’s car coming, he takes a breath …
Her distress will come to an end, let alone getting wet, she will also be relieved from cold winter days.
The car approaching the bus stop slows down and its rear window opens softly downwards. An umbrella appears in the window! ..
Extending the umbrella, Samim Bey calls out, “Al girl,” and then the car that closes the window moves away from the stop…
Feray, who has been soaking home for a long time, calls out to her father, who is working for her new textbook sitting at her desk, in an angry and angry language:
-Dad, what did you do tonight?
– What did I do, girl?
– You didn’t get me in your car even though you saw me getting wet in the rain…
– That car is not mine, my daughter, your state … It was my umbrella and I gave it to you to protect you from the rain!
LAST WORD: If life doesn’t make you laugh, it means you didn’t understand.
ANTON PAVLOVIC ÇEHOV