The following is a good example of a narrative essay written by Meral Birinci. She has expressed her feelings about the events in her life in a vivid manner.
AN ANGLE OF 180
There are days which you spend to kill the time and there are days in which you refresh your spirit and find some new reasons to cope with the life. The day I spent two years ago is the one which made me feel like a dog with two tails, and made me remember the aim of my life. It was a hot August afternoon. I was fasting and because of that I felt thirsty, hungry , and extremely exhausted but I could not even imagine that a news would sweep all of these feelings away and replace them with the ones which were energizing and full with joy of life.
I was waiting for the time at which I would be able to eat my dinner. I, at the same time, was trying to do chores and look after my children but the mood I was in did not let me do these ; as a matter of fact I could not lift my finger. My bed seemed to me like a cradle by virtue of the odor of the sheets and the softness of the pillows, so I could not resist my inner most feelings any more ,and at the end of that struggle, I put my head on my pillow, like a child leans his head on his mom’s knees. I got some Zs and after a short time my phone started to ring but it, that time, did not disturb me as it did before, its melody sounded like a lullaby and it was impossible to turn a deaf ear to its tune. Feeling like a beleaguered ship, I capitulated and dip my flag- I answered it.
It was my sister .She asked me whether I had learned the solution of my university exam or not, and the answer I gave was full of desperation; ’I just filled it so as to fill it.’’ Notwithstanding the miserable feelings, I took my bows and got ready to come face to face with my faith. It was without doubt not only the hardest but only the longest time of my life. I had to do a double take when I opened my eyes- KTU was written on the page and the department in my dreams… I was walking on air for minutes, it was hard to believe but I started to think that I could go and I had a chance even to be a student and I thought it was high time to live and breath English; my second raison d’etre.
My happiness did not last longer than I expected because it brought some questions, which I hesitated to ask, and apprehensions, which I could not quieten, in its train. I could not wait anymore, and eventually I screwed up my courage and mentioned the result to my husband . All I wanted to hear was the steps of the revival of my hopes… ‘’ I know how you feel, you feel like a bird in a gilded cage and I know if I do not let you go, I will lose you. The place you want to go is secure, we have a lot of relatives living there and we cannot estimate what we are going to live in the future .Maybe, one day you will have to earn your own crust and I know that you cannot manage it as long as you do not like your job’’.
The words of my husband changed the rotation of my little world, just as the perspective that I saw: he closed my little window ; opened the door of the balcony. I, in this balcony, saw the self-sacrifice which is said to be all over and done now and the gratitude which cannot be paid. I came out of my shell like a newborn bird and flied to the highs with the help of the wind beneath my wings: my husband.
by Meral Birinci
An essay about the love for your football team.
THE OPENING OF THE GATES OF HELL
People fall in love and their lives change suddenly without realizin it. The best part of human interest is usually about opposite gender . They feel their partners. Some people fall in love with the colors. Can colors change a life ?
People fall in love but Whom and Why ? Factors known to contribute strongly to falling in love include proximity , similarity , reciprocity , and physical attractiveness. Similarity would seem especially important : some would even claim that when we fall in love we fall into narcissistic identification. Family therapists maintain that the reason we are attracted to someone at this very deep level is that basically they are like us – in a psychological sense. Others suggest that the very act of falling in love sets in motion old patterns of how we love . Falling in love returns us to emotions of infancy and childhood. These are very concrete ideas.
Some people give their lives for colors which magic them . We can see several people like that. Those people can not hold hands of their darling . They will never listen their partners singing songs when they clear the house . They won’t share anything bad with their sweetheart. We call that people tribune laborers. They live with two colours. Laborers forget all of their sadness when they watch their team , They smile with those colours and they cry with those colours .
I was nine years-old . My uncle was a C.O.P. in Istanbul. He had a brief in Ali Sami Yen Stadium. He took my hand and had eye contact with me . He said “ Do you want to see your dream football players so close ? “ I couldn’t speak . I aggreed him with my head . It was time to go . I saw thousands of Galatasaray fans on environment. I felt like I am in a little army . Everywhere was Red & Yellow. People waited for entry into the Stadium but we didn’t wait . We passed on special gate . When I started walk on stairs My heart was beating fast. Sound was increase in each step . When I saw green floor I was fascinated. I was in the middle of hell. I fell in love . That was First time to go for badge. Eleven Years passed but I still follow the Badge. I could not sleep when it is a match day , I could not fill space of that love , I could not spent my time with my girl friend when It was a day of match .
To Sum up , People who adore the colours like me , have got very pure love . They don’t want anything for their love . They never give up to love , they never huff the their Badges. Best , Clearest and childish love is Love of Colors. People who have this Love dedicate their lives for it.
The following is a good example of a narrative essay written by Meral Birinci. She has expressed her feelings about the events in her life in a vivid manner.
AN ANGLE OF 180
There are days which you spend to kill the time and there are days in which you refresh your spirit and find some new reasons to cope with the life. The day I spent two years ago is the one which made me feel like a dog with two tails, and made me remember the aim of my life. It was a hot August afternoon. I was fasting and because of that I felt thirsty, hungry , and extremely exhausted but I could not even imagine that a news would sweep all of these feelings away and replace them with the ones which were energizing and full with joy of life.I was waiting for the time at which I would be able to eat my dinner. I, at the same time, was trying to do chores and look after my children but the mood I was in did not let me do these ; as a matter of fact I could not lift my finger. My bed seemed to me like a cradle by virtue of the odor of the sheets and the softness of the pillows, so I could not resist my inner most feelings any more ,and at the end of that struggle, I put my head on my pillow, like a child leans his head on his mom’s knees. I got some Zs and after a short time my phone started to ring but it, that time, did not disturb me as it did before, its melody sounded like a lullaby and it was impossible to turn a deaf ear to its tune. Feeling like a beleaguered ship, I capitulated and dip my flag- I answered it.
It was my sister .She asked me whether I had learned the solution of my university exam or not, and the answer I gave was full of desperation; ’I just filled it so as to fill it.’’ Notwithstanding the miserable feelings, I took my bows and got ready to come face to face with my faith. It was without doubt not only the hardest but only the longest time of my life. I had to do a double take when I opened my eyes- KTU was written on the page and the department in my dreams… I was walking on air for minutes, it was hard to believe but I started to think that I could go and I had a chance even to be a student and I thought it was high time to live and breath English; my second raison d’etre.
My happiness did not last longer than I expected because it brought some questions, which I hesitated to ask, and apprehensions, which I could not quieten, in its train. I could not wait anymore, and eventually I screwed up my courage and mentioned the result to my husband . All I wanted to hear was the steps of the revival of my hopes… ‘’ I know how you feel, you feel like a bird in a gilded cage and I know if I do not let you go, I will lose you. The place you want to go is secure, we have a lot of relatives living there and we cannot estimate what we are going to live in the future .Maybe, one day you will have to earn your own crust and I know that you cannot manage it as long as you do not like your job’’.
The words of my husband changed the rotation of my little world, just as the perspective that I saw: he closed my little window ; opened the door of the balcony. I, in this balcony, saw the self-sacrifice which is said to be all over and done now and the gratitude which cannot be paid. I came out of my shell like a newborn bird and flied to the highs with the help of the wind beneath my wings: my husband.
by Meral Birinci
An essay about the love for your football team.
THE OPENING OF THE GATES OF HELL
People fall in love and their lives change suddenly without realizin it. The best part of human interest is usually about opposite gender . They feel their partners. Some people fall in love with the colors. Can colors change a life ?People fall in love but Whom and Why ? Factors known to contribute strongly to falling in love include proximity , similarity , reciprocity , and physical attractiveness. Similarity would seem especially important : some would even claim that when we fall in love we fall into narcissistic identification. Family therapists maintain that the reason we are attracted to someone at this very deep level is that basically they are like us – in a psychological sense. Others suggest that the very act of falling in love sets in motion old patterns of how we love . Falling in love returns us to emotions of infancy and childhood. These are very concrete ideas.
Some people give their lives for colors which magic them . We can see several people like that. Those people can not hold hands of their darling . They will never listen their partners singing songs when they clear the house . They won’t share anything bad with their sweetheart. We call that people tribune laborers. They live with two colours. Laborers forget all of their sadness when they watch their team , They smile with those colours and they cry with those colours .
I was nine years-old . My uncle was a C.O.P. in Istanbul. He had a brief in Ali Sami Yen Stadium. He took my hand and had eye contact with me . He said “ Do you want to see your dream football players so close ? “ I couldn’t speak . I aggreed him with my head . It was time to go . I saw thousands of Galatasaray fans on environment. I felt like I am in a little army . Everywhere was Red & Yellow. People waited for entry into the Stadium but we didn’t wait . We passed on special gate . When I started walk on stairs My heart was beating fast. Sound was increase in each step . When I saw green floor I was fascinated. I was in the middle of hell. I fell in love . That was First time to go for badge. Eleven Years passed but I still follow the Badge. I could not sleep when it is a match day , I could not fill space of that love , I could not spent my time with my girl friend when It was a day of match .
To Sum up , People who adore the colours like me , have got very pure love . They don’t want anything for their love . They never give up to love , they never huff the their Badges. Best , Clearest and childish love is Love of Colors. People who have this Love dedicate their lives for it.
by Gökhan Tunca