No HATE be my MATE STORY DESCRIPTION
I and my family fled the civil war in Syria to Turkey which is a safe country for us. We first came to the South East of Turkey Situated refugees in refugee camps in Hatay. We stayed in this camp for 6 months. They treated us very well in these camps, where they provided education and guidance to Syrian children. They provided shelter, healthy food, and what we needed on a daily basis. Then we came to Antalya, a beautiful city, to find a job. After my father found a job, I enrolled in my new school. I didn't have many or no friends at this new school where I came. I tried to socialize with a group of students with whom I shared some time and space in class and lunch. It took me a while to get used to the new situation because I had a language barrier and I could not speak Turkish well. At a new school, I tried to make new friends. There were a few Syrian refugee students like me at the school and I was also spending time with these students. Because of this language barrier, I was having difficulty communicating with the rest of my class. Moreover, I had a very thin, very fragile appearance and I looked younger than other students for my age. For these obvious reasons, I could not get along with the students. In our school, a group of 5-6 people took a stand against me and started to harass and mock me on their Facebook accounts. Sometimes share some pictures of war in Syria and next to my picture. At the time, I wasn't sure what these students were doing or not doing against me. The only thing I was sure of was that I had no proper defense in any way, and the aggression and gaze and threats of these students against me continued. Unfortunately, violence was what stopped my love for my school and I didn't want to go to school. At lunchtime in the school cafeteria, one of these bullied students with some laughed at me once again. When I heard these sarcastic sentences, I screamed and started running towards these bullied students. Meanwhile, a teacher in the cafeteria blocked me and tried to understand what was happening. I was crying with hiccups, I could not explain what happened and I could not express myself. My teacher took me out of the cafeteria and into the school principal's room. After calming me down a little, they asked me to tell me what happened. Later, the principal invited our psychologist consultant teacher to his room and our school and asked me to tell him what had happened. I explained that 5-6 students have constantly bullied me, humiliated me, and used physical violence since the first day I came to school.
