Dedication
I would like to thank my great uncle (Metin Soyak) for doing this interview with me. I want to thank my mother for helping me translate some difficult words. I would lastly like to thank my class mates for peer editing and guiding me threw the assignment. Content Page1: book cover Page2: Content and Dedication Page 3: Notes Pages 4-7: packet Pages 8-11: Historical Narrative Page 12 : Afterword and About Author Page 13: Bibliography and About Interviewee
NOTES - Little old school - Middle of city - Dusty basketball court - Sirens, Screams - Panic’s - When message was received - The news travelled very fast - Everyone was devastated - All we could here was the breeze - Suddenly silence - Soldiers marching - Friends and me running home - Clumsy friend - The line was very long - Everyone came from rich to poor - Golden covered coffin - Streets with fire and dust - My family and I prayed.
The Death of Ataturk Forward
Ataturk was running the country. He was drinking, smoking and doing various of other bad things to himself after the war of Canakale. Before his death he got an illness called cirrhosis liver (is a disease in which healthy liver tissue is replaced with scar tissue). after he had gotten the news he had stopped doing the unhealthy stuff to his body.
“I had just got it in to our little, old school in the middle of the city. I had arrived early, and saw my friends and decided to join them in a game of basketball on our old and dusty basketball court. We started playing. After a couple of minutes of playing, we started hearing noises. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was but it sounded like sirens all around Istanbul. Me and my friends started to worry about what was happening, just as we were going to have a panic attack one of my class mate comes screaming out of our school saying that Ataturk had passed away. I thought my friend was joking for a minute then we heard on our 1930’s radio saying that Ataturk past away.”
“The whole school started to scream, we were devastated. My friends were crying, our teachers were praying and the students were screaming. I was shocked of how fast the news spread I had never known that the death of Ataturk would be like this. After a few minutes of chaos there was suddenly a silence, just silence. The only thing I could here is the cold November breeze. I was so confused of how silent it was in this condition I didn’t know what to do”
“Later, on that day after school we saw a huge group of stone cold military soldiers holding a large, golden coffin in their hands. Me and my friends marched with the dust covered soldiers all the way until we came to the memorial. We had to go back home or we would get lost because the streets of Istanbul were filled with millions and
millions of miserable people. My friends and I made a break for our houses. One of my friends was crying while running and tripped over a couple of people. After a couple hours when the apocalypse started to calm down. We decided to go to the memorial.�
“Finally, the day of the memorial. The lines was almost a kilometer long with people pushing and crying. It probably took us a hour to come to the front of the line threw the line filled with poor, rich and soldiers . The line slightly curled each time there would be a fight threw people. The streets were filled with dust and fire from people freaking out. My family and I visited the great memorial, The coffin
was a bright covered coffin with gold paint, there were a lot of Turkish symbols on, there were some of the lines from the Kuran which was written and it had the great leaders final picture on it. My parents tried hard to keep a brave face but I could see that they were having a breakdown. The death of Ataturk was like a simple candle when the death happened the candle went out and we all were left in the dark stuck with the old ,sticky wax to deal with. It was like our pure souls were sucked out of our bodies and we were clueless humans with no idea what to do. Any way after, my sister and I brought our red ,bright roses on the coffin. Lastly my sister and I prayed to our great qleader and left the memorial.� My sister was weeping, water droplets drizzled down her face as we left the memorial. I just hoped Ataturk was in a better place.
Afterword After Ataturk’s death in Istanbul on November 10,1938, outpouring grief flowed through the whole country. Later the leader had been transported away the body was transported to Ankara Anitkabir and was put underground of a museum. About the Author Blake Esder Is a twelve year old boy who is currently living in Istanbul. He goes to Istanbul International Community School. Blake plays basketball plays basketball and enjoys it. Blake has a very small family with only his mother and father.
About Interviewee Metin Soyak was born in 1926 and lives in Istanbul and is a doctor. He is currently ninety years old. Metin Soyak is in a very big family with five siblings.
BiBliography
-http://www.historytoday.com/richard-cavendish/mustafa-kemal-ataturk-dies-istanbul -http://www.ata.tsk.tr -http://www.allaboutturkey.com/ata_life.htm
-Ataturk -Great Uncle