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story of my journey to journalism Eversince I can remember, I read and write. I was born in a Kurdish village in the South East of Turkey. I was a lucky child because my parents have always answered my questions. One of the questions I remember was about the universe and the history of humankind. I was about four years old and I had a strong willing to listen the stories of the people around me, especially my father’s. Since then, I have never stopped questioning, and doing that became an important part of me. That’s how and when I started to be a researcher, when I realise I was born to do it. I was also taking photos. We had a small camera that has got 32 shots. I was taking the photos of my family; my grand parents, the people of our village, the animals. I was so glad that my father was letting me to use his camera as I was a small kid. Those days we were living in Karakoçan, a district of Elazığ. Almost every few months we used to visit my grand parents in the village where I was born, Conag. When we go to there I was taking the photos of the landscapes, even the smokes that was coming from the burned villages. It normally takes an hour from Karakoçan, to Conag by minibus. But those days it was taking three to six hours because of check points. The soldiers were checking our bags, foods, our jackets, shoes, almost everything. But when they were checking our camera it was the hardest for me, and also for all of us. They were asking too many questions about the camera and the films inside. My photos.. They started taking the films out, and they told my father to not use it again. It took years. My father didn’t listen them and they kept taking our films away. I knew I was becoming a reporter but I didn’t know that I was going to be a war reporter. I was born in an area where people are dying for the peace. And if I can’t write about, as I am a witness of it, the history will never know about us. The more we write, the more you learn. My people need you to hear more. And I do really want the World to hear more about our struggles. I want to take the notes to the history. Since it is impossible to do it in Turkey and I live in in the UK. Will you please give me this chance to do it here?

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The story of my journey to journalism

Ever since I can remember, I read and wrote. I was born in a Kurdish village in the South East of Turkey. I was a lucky child because my parents always answered my questions. One of the questions I remember was about the universe and the history of humankind. I was about four years old and I had a strong willingness to listen to the stories of the people around me, especially my father’s. Since then, I have never stopped questioning, and doing that became an important part of me. That’s how and when I started to be a researcher; when I realised I was born to do it. I also took photos. We had a small camera that had 32 shots. I took photos of my family; my grandparents, the people of our village, the animals. I was so glad that my father was letting me use his camera as I was a small kid. Back then we were living in Karakoçan, a district of Elazığ. Almost every few months we used to visit my grandparents in the village where I was born, Conag. When we went there I took photos of the landscapes, even the smoke that was coming from the burned villages. It normally takes an hour from Karakoçan to Conag by minibus but those days it took three to six hours because of checkpoints. The soldiers checked our bags, foods, our jackets, shoes, almost everything. It was hardest for me, for all of us, when the checked our camera. They asked a lot of questions about the camera and the films inside. My photos. They took the films out, and they told my father to not use it again. This went on for years. My father didn’t listen to them and they kept taking our films away. I knew I was becoming a reporter but I didn’t know that I was going to be a war reporter. I was born in an area where people are dying for peace. If I can’t write about it, as I am a witness to it, the world will never know about us. The more we write, the more you learn. My people need you to hear more. I really do want the world to hear more about our struggles. I want to take my notes to the world. Since it is impossible to do it in Turkey and I live in the UK, will you please give me the chance to do it here?

Hi Hilal. This piece was very well written and I did not even know that this was happening in Turkey. If you would like to talk some more, please visit my profile and book a lesson. I would love to go on your English journey with you and also to learn more about what is going on in Turkey.

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