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?

an application letter 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?