I went to bed very late last night. I’m not sure how much sleep I got. When morning came, I heard the sounds of horses. When I opened my eyes to see where I was, everything had changed—my bed, my room, even my house. It was all different.
I quickly went outside to find out what was going on, and I realized something was very strange. A few minutes later, I found a newspaper. The headline read:
“A big storm is expected on March 13, 1886. It is unnecessary for you to stay in your houses.”
I was shocked. I hadn’t imagined this or made it up—it was really happening. I wandered around for a few days, trying to understand where I was.
One day, I met a boy with yellow hair and blue eyes. I walked up to him and asked,
“Why are you so lonely, even though you seem like a very kind person?”
He looked at me and replied,
“My father has just passed away. I feel alone because of how strong he was.”
I told him not to be sad, and said we could play games together. He agreed, and we had so much fun.
Later that evening, a woman named Zübeyde Hanım called out to him. She invited me to come with them, and since I had no place to stay, I politely accepted.
During all the fun we had, I shyly asked for his name and what he liked to do.
He said, “Mustafa.”
I was shocked. Now, everything started to make sense. And then I understand that he is ” Mustafa Kemal Atatürk”. I quickly finish my dinner and then I ran away.
One morning, I went to see Atatürk and asked if he was free. When I found out he was available, we decided to walk to the grocery store together. On the way there, I wanted to ask him a few questions.
“Atatürk, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked. I had used the name “Atatürk,” and he looked at me with a puzzled face.
“Atatürk? Who’s that? But it sounds like a nice name,” he said with a smile. “I want to be a great soldier when I grow up.”
I smiled back and said, “I want to be a doctor too.”
We both laughed, and the walk to the grocery store turned into a fun little adventure.
When we arrived, we each bought a rooster-shaped candy. After that, we played a bit of football while enjoying our sweets. It was such a simple but happy day.
Later, when I returned home, I realized something—Atatürk was not just a historical figure to me anymore. He was my friend. We had shared laughs, games like hide and seek, a delicious dinner, and of course, our candy and football. All of it made us so happy.
As we were walking together with joy still in the air, I suddenly saw a glowing portal. Without thinking much, I stepped inside—and just like that, I felt like I was back home.