Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Origins of My Family

 My family lived in the Balkans, more specifically in today’s Bulgaria, throughout the ages. As you know, the Turks who lived in the Balkans played an important role in the Ottoman Empire. However, after the Ottoman Empire had weakened, they became citizens of the Balkan countries. Although my family had lived in Bulgaria for almost a century, they protected their identity as well as the other Turks. In this project I will tell you the interesting story of my family in the last two centuries.

The Cruel Russo-Turkish War

Most of the men in my family were killed in the Russo-Turkish War in 1877 and 1878. Therefore, the Russo-Turkish War is an important point for my family. These family members fought at the Siege of Pleven under the command of Osman Pasha (Gazi Osman Paşa).

In July 1877, Russian forces moved toward the Danube River unopposed and took the city “Nikopol” easily. After that, Osman Pasha settled on Plevne and two sides battled there. Osman’s army dominated the strategic places in Bulgaria very well. However, at the end of the war the Russians won. Totally, 22000 Russian soldiers and 10000 Turkish soldiers died.[1]

Şerif, who was the grandfather of my grandfather, fought in this war. One day, he got on his horse and went to the war. After he had gone, no member of my family heard anything about him. Probably, he was killed by the enemies. Şerife was his wife. In contrast to men, women in my family lived really long. Şerife was 100 years old when she died.

Mahmut was the son of Şerif and Şerife. He was born in 1907 and luckily, he did not fight. He got married to Mümine. Both of them lived long and they had 7 children. Şerif is one of their sons and he is my grandfather as well.[2]

Shipka Field in Bulgaria (Siege of Pleven)
Gülüstan was the grandfather of my grandmother. He fought in the Russo-Turkish War, too. He was captured by the Russians and he had been a captive for 7 years. As he was a captive, he wrote a letter to home. These sentences are remembered today by my grandmother Fatma:
“I have not changed my clothes and sandals for three months. If you ask me what I have in my pocket: There is only a piece of three-month-old dry bread.”

After 7 years he returned to his home. He was exhausted so much during these hard times. That’s why he died early like the others.

Nazile was Gülüstan’s wife. She lived between 1866 and 1976. In other words, she was 110 years old, when she died. She was only 12 years old when the Russian soldiers had come to her village with white horses. The villagers had hidden into a cave to protect from them. However, the Russians had not destroyed the village and had gone back.

Sergeant İbrahim, who was my father’s grandfather, had a brave heart. He had also a proud story. İbrahim was a sergeant in the Çanakkale War and he was under the command of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk. Actually, my surname means “the sergeant’s son” in Turkish and thanks to him for this surname. İbrahim was captured by the English army and years later he was released. However, Sergeant İbrahim had no foul imperession of the English soldiers when he had returned to his home, because all of the captives he saw were doing well. He died also early in life.

Bulgarian Persecution

The prison on the Belene Island in Bulgaria
After Bulgaria had gained its independence in 1908, a new phase started for my family. Until 1984 my family had lived peacefully in the city “Kardzhali”. Both my mother and my father were born in 1965 and they got married in 1989. Although previous generations had fought many times for the Ottoman Empire, my family were attacked by the Bulgarian government and they were not helped until 1989.

The assimilation attempts between 1984 and 1989 affected my family directly. The reason of Todor Zhirkov’s assimilation programme was that the Muslim population was increasing sharply in contrast to the Bulgarian population. [3][4]

My father’s class in Kardzhali in 1981
The assimilation programme was so cruel that I think it is the real “Genocide”. The first step of the assimilation attempts was clear: My family and the other Turks were forced to change their names, so everybody was given Bulgarian names. However, everybody in the village had chosen the name Martin, says my father. It is probably so that Martin is not an original Bulgarian name and it is the name of “Martin Luther King”. Thus, hard days began for my family again. It was forbidden in 1985 to speak and read Turkish and to watch Turkish television channels. Many Turkish people were punished and most of them were banished to the Belene Island where many inhumane things happened. Eventually, the forced migration to Turkey started in 1989. The reason for the forced migration was that the Bulgarian government believed the assimilation attempts had not worked.

Finally, by the help of Turgut Özal my family emigrated to Turkey in 1989. In 1990, I was born. Luckily, we have been living peacefully in İstanbul since 1989. Today, my family litigates the Bulgarian persecution through the European Court of Human Rights.



Mesut Çavuşoğlu






[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Plevna
[2] Pic. 1: http://tr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dosya:Shipka_field.jpg
[3] Pic. 2: Zulmün Ateş Çemberi: Belene (Mehmet Türker) p.1
[4] Pic. 3: Zulmün Ateş Çemberi: Belene (Mehmet Türker) p.77

Friday, November 12, 2010

"Happy Holidays" or "Eid Mubarak" People!!!

                                                        

Green Day - Holiday
Say, hey!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon in flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

"The representative from California has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives


Monday, November 8, 2010

Who can this man be?

      “If you’re married, you can cheat!” said Ellen, and Sheila burst out laughing again and again. Nobody could hold her away from TV while she was watching Ellen DeGeneres Talk Show on Thursdays. It was her favourite one, she didn’t even go to the toilet during the show time.
      Earlier that day, Sheila had an appointment with Donald Megson who was a very special client for her company. He had always refused their offers for the advertisements of his company. In fact, it was a really difficult and stressful day for her because she had tried to persuade him over and over again to sign an agreement, but each time he had rejected them without any reason. Normally she never smoked, but this morning she had already finished a packet of it. Unfortunately, he didn’t accept the offer and left the restaurant with a sulky face. After he had gone, Sheila called the office to get permission for the rest of the day because she didn’t have enough energy to work anymore. Before she arrived home by taxi, she had ordered a pizza with mushroom and cheese, her favourite. By the time the pizza boy knocked on the door, she had already taken a shower. She loved eating something while she was watching TV. Then, she realized that the only medicine for her stress was the Ellen DeGeneres Talk Show and started to wait for it.
       By the time the door was knocked noisely, she had already been asleep. Immediately, she flew up from the sofa and tried to understand what was happening. It was probably too late because there was an NBA game between Phoenix Suns and Utah Jazz on the TV and she remembered that it should have started after 1 a.m. so she became much more scared. Then, she asked in a shivering voice: “Who is there?” but no one answered. She waited for a few seconds and asked again, still no answer. While she was thinking to call the police, the man who was standing at the front door said: “It’s me, Donald. Donald Megson. We have to talk.” Sheila got absolutely surprised and couldn’t believe this. When she opened the door, she saw lots of papers in his hands. He told her that he had noticed his mistake and decided to make a deal with her company, and said: “I’m going to sign these papers for you, but I’ve only one condition.” “What is it?” Sheila asked with great excitement. Donald looked at her face threateningly and said: “Give me some coffee, please.” Both of them started to laugh. By the time she brought the coffee , Donald Megson had already signed the papers. Sheila never forgot this night because she got a promotion for this job.

Gökhan Esassolak

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