Imam Hatip People, Passengers on the Right Path: 89 Mehmet Aliki (2)

In today’s episode of our article series entitled “Imam Hatipalilar, the Pilgrim on the Right Path”, Imam Hatip School, which started Konya Imam Hatip School in 1951, studied for 4 years in the 4th grade of a seven-year school, but failed. A single course last year for a variety of reasons, and graduated from the 10th circuit in the 1966-67 academic year. We are sharing the second part of Mehmet Eliki’s vision of Imam Hatip School and his memories and memories of those years, student number 89, nephew of Tahir Eliki, one of the first teachers of Konya Imam Hatip School.

I read three times in fourth grade

At the end of 4th class at Imam Hatip School, where I entered in 1951, all our courses were tested. The tests included painting, music, and physical education. The test lasts till 29-30 of the month.

I just finished three lessons. The two courses I took were taught by Hacıveyiszade Hodja. Then the notes were filled. When I should have bought six, I got five.

Of the 300, Mustafa Akansi was left. The two of us traveled for a year. We could not file a petition because I failed in three classes.

I was going to continue from 4th class again. I sealed my student pass and went to school to get on the bus at a discount.

Becky Elm came to me and said come here.

I went to his room. He said sign here and put out a deed. You said you dropped out of four classes. So you drop out of class. I said I failed three courses. Failing in class means losing the right to study. Understood the national education situation. According to this document, I dropped out of class.

No matter how many places I applied, there was no effect. I said if I stayed. But my school life was coming to an end.

We had a relative named Mehmet Kozak. He was the clerk of Tradesman Bail. I told him my problem. He sat down and wrote three petitions.

One to the Imam Hatip School, the second to the National Education and the third to the head of the Parent-Teacher Association.

Ali Sakalliolu was the president of the association.

The petition was a petition to claim that if I fail in class, my name is not read in any class, no notice is received from my parents and my torture is prevented.

I went to check the student pass and found out that I had failed in class. I gave up all my rights and demanded the right to study in 4th class again.

They took me to 4th class. I read three times in fourth grade.

Out of 280 students, we were the only two.

We were both city kids,

Our father was rich. They have always forced us to read.

I have come from Arabic to wait. I was in my last year in 1960, I could not graduate. They gave reserve officer rights to those who graduated between 1960-69.

I am also deprived of this right. There was confusion about the documents in the military branch. They haven’t called me in three years. I never went to see what was happening.

I fell into a situation. Three years later, I went to Sivas privately with a 42/6 order.

Sergeant of the 52nd Regiment

My father’s grandfather was a sergeant in the 52nd Regiment. This sergeant was quite important then. They would put my grandmother on the sofa as the sergeant’s wife.

With the title law enacted in 1934, my uncle was looking for a title suitable for our family. They did not find a suitable title until 1936.

Eventually, my uncle took our nickname, Bayanna, as his surname. Twenty-two of the 52nd Regiment, inherited from my father’s grandfather, was our title.

A first lieutenant in Imam Hatip School used to teach in our class.

What kind of title is Bahanna, he said.

Or are you a gambler?

He is my last name 52 cards.

Thank God we don’t have gamblers in our family.

There is a class difference between us

I joined the army in 1963. I came in 1965. I’m still obsessed with one class. I did not have a diploma. Every time I go to the exam, I have done well – Mashallah, I will come again next year! …

In Adana, my classmate Durmus Ali was a teacher at Imam Hatip High School in Kaipana. I finished my work and said, come here to take the test.

Konier was also the principal of the school.

On the day I was going to take the test, the teachers of the school were divided into two groups. What you call white, others call it black.

Becky Dogane is also a teacher there. Becky Dogane says, “Don’t take the test, sit the test and go, even if you take the test they won’t win you over.”

Even then I gave the test. Because Durmush Ali called me. It would be disrespectful to him.

Couldn’t pass in class.

Two years later, Durmus Ali called me again. I went to Adana again. I graduated in 1966-67, expressing my obsession in Arabic.

I finished Imam Hatip School, which I started in 1951, after about 11 years of my friends, graduating in 10th term.

The town boy dropped out of class but was told it wouldn’t take much, his father would force him to read again, so I pulled up the rubble.

I chat with my friends, I graduated after so many years of you because I say there is a class difference between us.

We missed the mail

Before going to Imam Hatip School, I studied the Qur’an for eighteen months at Hakki Ozimi’s school. He used to come to the religion class twice a week in the afternoon.

We studied at Imam Hatip School for seven years, no teacher told us how to wash a janaza.

Our Hacıveyiszade Hodja puts a pillow on the table or extends a stick to the Koran course;

This problem is dead …

Mohammed, you give me water …

Hasan, you fill the water.

Ali, you bring water from the pan.

Hussein, pour water.

He taught us how to wash the dead and what to look for when washing.

At the Imam Hatip School, he taught our Prophet, our Prophet’s wife, and Asher-i Mubeser with endless repetition.

He used to say, “Let’s count our mother in every lesson, let’s count in Asher-i Mubesh”.

He used to pick me up in every class. The religious lessons he taught us in the Qur’an course helped me a lot.

When we finished Imam Hatip, it was not clear what we would be like. We went to that school like a bouncer and he had a very positive attitude towards opening Konya Imam Hatip School. We were the first students. We were the first bouncers.

Many lessons were very easy for our friends who were Hafiz. Suppose they have a hard time in geography.

They memorized the book as it was. Then they gave the book to their friends, and they began to recite it line by line.

His French teacher, Suleiman Biroglu, did not know where to begin. We didn’t know what to read anyway.

We tested from 22 classes.

We miss the mail. Our teachers used to draw letters from friends who became Hafiz. Our friends read MCIL, Bina, Maqsood and Avamil. We didn’t know how to write old scripts. We should have read Hacıveyiszade too.

One summer vacation we went to Semil Hoja to learn Arabic. This is the end. We didn’t know who to go to in Arabic.

Ball beads

My uncle did not come and tell me to read to you. Rest in peace. My uncle has three brothers. Why didn’t he tell my father to let Ali have a child? Dad didn’t say either.

I am the only one who goes to Imam Hatip. He had a relative. When he was in first grade, he said I would not go to this school, his father took it away.

On summer days, I would buy whatever was available in the canteen during the lunch break. The canteen was a small shed in the garden next to the toilet.

There were things like olives, cheese, rose jam, chocolate. We used to fill our stomachs for 15 cents.

It was another summer day.

The children were playing ball-beads. We said let’s play. We started the game. We bought balls and beads for five cents.

There was a physics test in 5th grade. The teacher was a captain of the NCO school.

We went inside, the captain said as soon as he entered the classroom, take out the papers.

He asked 5-6 questions.

I can’t think of a single answer.

I said answer 1, I signed the paper and left blank.

Said you gave blank paper.

I said nothing came to mind.

But he said you are playing marble.

I realized he had seen me play marbles and beads.

It gave zero because I didn’t write anything.

Remove the paper, they said

It was not clear when we would write. Teachers will enter the classroom and ask you to take out the papers. In one day, we were written from five of the six lessons. Our hands are torn from writing.

New teachers graduating from theology began to arrive. However, the knowledge of these teachers was not better than some of our classmates.

There was a Hodge named Ahmet Savsi who came to explain. From the tinkling of Mustafa Akansi and Ahmet Gurtash, he can tell if the friends he read it from were right.

Sometimes, they even warn out loud that my teacher is not superior, there are works of art.

Friends would not usually say anything, but with their looks, nods, and demeanor they would tell Hodge what had gone wrong.

The teacher’s eyes will be on these two friends of ours.

If Hoja pushes on a pine, he will immediately look at them and come back.

They have tested if the voice is too much

Imam Hatip School ended its first term in 1951 as 13 days. 13 days later we went on vacation for a week. Many of the teachers did not come. Current teachers complete the circuit with feedback grades.

If it weren’t for these 13 days, everyone we started school would drop out of class.

After 13 days Haretin Karaman came. His letter to start the school did not arrive on time. He was just too old. He must have had time to get the court order.

They said that even if all your classes are ten, you will fail.

The following year, Imam Hatip School became very popular. About 500 applications were made. It is decided to accept the student through examination.

As a result of the examination, one hundred people have been admitted to the school. One of the winners of the test was Haretin Karaman.

3-5 friends like Ali Osman Koçkuzu and Durmuş Sert will memorize 13 pages. Hodja Hakkı Özçimi said, “Become a Hafiz, so go to Imam Hatip School, this opportunity is not always available.”

Both won the test the following year.

They say that if you give Baklava to a breastfed baby, he will get two babblings. What to do if demand is high?

No place, no class. Students who were trying to study in Idmanurdu’s changing room in 2nd class were forced to take the test. (Errol Sunat)

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