Bir Minik Mikrofon (Ceza) (muyap tarafından)

12mayis:

Taraftar sahanın ortasında yatıyor. Arkadaşları isyan ediyor. O sırada polis, olaylarla hiç ilgisi olmayan bir tribüne doğru biber gazı atıyor.

dünyayı değiştirmeyi, halkları kardeş kılmayı kendine görev bilmiş çok insan var mâlum. fakat unuttukları bir şey var; devrim sevgiyle kazanılır. sevdiğini söylediği insanları unutup, toptan bir halka kendini adadığını söylemek kadar eğreti bir durum olamaz. ve kendi içinde devrimini başaramamış bir insan topluluğu da, devrimi asla başaramaz. anlatmak istediğim, hiçbiri nazım gibi sürüldüğü zaman, sürgünde sevgilisine mektup yazamaz.

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fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

You’re staring into the beautiful, brooding face of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk (1881-1938). I’ve been taking an introductory World History class all semester, and recently this man seems to be peering at me from PowerPoint slides almost every week. I’m pretty sure it’s fate.

So Kemal Ataturk was given his surname “Ataturk” (meaning “Father of the Turks”) just 3 years before his death, and for good reason. As military man, he lead a nationalist revolution against the invasion of the Greeks and other Europeans, who wanted to divide Turkey into different sectors of influence. After essentially creating the Republic of Turkey, he was understandably chosen as its very first President. His presidency advocated modernization, and under that, the emancipation of women (which makes me love him all the more).

First and foremost, however, I think we have to recognized the fact he’s a Turkish Heartthrob.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Albert Camus (1913-1960) was a French-Algerian philosopher starting the movement known as absurdism. With his highly successful works like The Stranger, The Rebel, and The Fall, Camus was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957, only three years before his death, making him the shortest lived Nobel winner. Not only was he an incredibly influential and intelligent man, he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

mayorofawesometown:

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The greatest happiness is to scatter your enemy, to drive him before you,
to see his cities reduced to ashes, to see those who love him shrouded in tears,
and to gather into your bosom his wives and daughters.

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