Nuair a scar mo thuismitheoirĂ, nĂ raibh mĂ© ach 2 bhliain d ‘ aois. D ‘ fhan mĂ© le mo mhĂĄthair. Is innealtĂłir sibhialta Ă© m ‘ athair agus chuaigh sĂ© ag obair thar lear roimh 1 mhĂ tar Ă©is a gcolscartha. TĂĄ Ogun ag obair thar lear i gcĂłnaĂ Ăłn lĂĄ inniu. Is annamh a chonaiceamar a chĂ©ile ar feadh trĂ©imhsĂ gearra nuair a thĂĄinig sĂ© chun Na Tuirce. BhĂ baint chomh beag aige le mo shaol nach raibh aithne agam air go leor chun Ă© a chailleadh. Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂ dhearna sĂ© faillĂ riamh 3-4 huaire an oiread airgid a sheoladh agus a fuair mo chairde go rialta gach mĂ agus airgead breise a sheoladh le haghaidh bronntanais ar ĂłcĂĄidĂ speisialta. SĂlim gurb Ă© sin an bealach a lĂ©irigh sĂ© a ghrĂĄ.
BhĂ Mo mham agus MĂ© An-Mhaith I GcĂłnaĂ Dec. A bhuĂochas le grĂĄ agus cur chuige mo mhĂĄthair dom, nĂ raibh taithĂ agam riamh ar na fadhbanna a bhĂonn ag leanaĂ de theaghlaigh colscartha. Is mĂĄinlia plaisteach an-rathĂșil agus iarrtha Ă mo mhĂĄthair. BhĂ meas mĂłr agam ar mo mhĂĄthair gur chuir mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in i ranganna a luaithe a thosaigh mo shaol scoile le bheith i mo dhochtĂșir cosĂșil lĂ©i. NĂ raibh mĂ© riamh ina leanbh an-ĂĄlainn ar aon nĂłs. Nuair nach raibh mĂ© ach 8 mbliana d ‘ aois, bhĂ na sreanga grĂĄnna sin ceangailte le mo chuid fiacla. Ar an lĂĄimh eile, nĂl mo chuid gruaige dĂreach nĂł dĂreach beagĂĄinĂn donn cosĂșil le mo chairde, ach cuartha go liteartha. CĂ© go raibh dath mo chuid gruaige gar do dhubh, bhĂ mo chraiceann cosĂșil le cĂĄis, agus blushed mĂ© an oiread sin ag an rud is lĂș nach raibh aon bhealach ann go bhfĂ©adfainn aon rud a cheilt Ăł dhuine ar bith. Ba Ă© an t-aon rud a d ‘fhĂ©adfaĂ a ghlaoch go hĂĄlainn nĂĄ mo shĂșile dorcha gorma, a fuair mĂ© Ăł m’ athair. Ar an drochuair, a bhuĂochas leis an gean iomarcach atĂĄ agam ar leabhair, bhĂ spĂ©aclaĂ cosĂșil le buidĂ©il tosaithe agam cheana fĂ©in ag aois 13. FiĂș ag an aois sin, agus an staid bhrĂłnach seo ar mo chuma agus mo mhian a bheith i d ‘eolaĂ rathĂșil cosĂșil le mo mhĂĄthair, thosaigh difrĂochtaĂ ag teacht idir mise agus cailĂnĂ m’ aois an oiread agus An Declivity. CĂ© go raibh a gcĂ©ad leannĂĄin acu agus go raibh siad ag tosĂș ag iniĂșchadh a ngnĂ©asachta go mall, bhĂ mĂ© ag staidĂ©ar le haghaidh scrĂșduithe iontrĂĄla ardscoile cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte. Mar thoradh air sin, bhuaigh mĂ© an chĂ©ad ĂĄit ag ardscoil eolaĂochta an-mhaith.
Idir an dĂĄ linn, thosaigh mo mhĂĄthair Ag DĂchĂșplĂĄil leis an bprĂomhoifigeach mĂochaine nuacheaptha san ospidĂ©al ina raibh sĂ ag obair, agus shocraigh siad pĂłsadh an samhradh sin. TĂĄ uncail Karim 45 bliain d ‘ aois, mar sin bhĂ sĂ© 4 bliana nĂos sine nĂĄ mo mhĂĄthair. BhĂ sĂ pĂłsta uair amhĂĄin roimhe seo agus bhĂ cĂșpla mac aici ag staidĂ©ar san ollscoil Ăłna pĂłsadh. Le pĂłsadh mo mhĂĄthair agus mise ag tosĂș ar mo scoil nua, de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile thosaigh cĂșrsa mo shaol ag athrĂș freisin. De rĂ©ir rialacha na scoile ar fhreastail mĂ© air, bhĂ orm staidĂ©ar a dhĂ©anamh ar dhul ar bord. Ar dtĂșs, bhĂ mĂ© ag dul abhaile gach deireadh seachtaine chun mo anemia a fheiceĂĄil, ach de rĂ©ir mar a thosaigh na ranganna ag Ă©irĂ nĂos troime, bhĂ mĂ© ag dul nĂos lĂș agus nĂos lĂș.
Le linn laethanta saoire an tsamhraidh, chuaigh mo mhĂĄthair agus mĂ© ar saoire go dtĂ ĂĄr dteach I Kusadasi, mar a dhĂ©anaimid gach bliain. BhĂ uncail Kerim tar Ă©is saoire a thĂłgĂĄil i Marmaris lena mhic fĂ©in ar dtĂșs, agus ansin chuaigh sĂ© linn ar feadh seachtaine. Ba bhronntanas iontach dom a fhĂĄil amach go bhfaighinn rĂ©idh leis na sreanga sin sa deireadh ag mo sheiceĂĄil fiaclĂłir ar fhilleadh dom Ăł laethanta saoire. Mar sin thosaigh mĂ© mo dara bliain ar scoil ard gan sreanga. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, cĂ© nĂĄr thuig mĂ© Ă© ag an am, d ‘ oibrigh an ĂłgĂĄntacht dom, thosaigh mĂ© go hoifigiĂșil ag iompĂș Ăł Mheath grĂĄnna ina eala. BhĂ fiacla bĂĄn pĂ©arlach agam nuair nach raibh sreanga ann nĂos mĂł. Murab ionann agus mo chairde go lĂ©ir, nĂ raibh pimple caithreachais amhĂĄin agam fiĂș. Mo chraiceann pale, a thaitin liom le cĂĄis nuair nach raibh mĂ© beag, in Ă©ineacht le mo bhrollach, atĂĄ ag tosĂș ag Ă©irĂ soilĂ©ir anois, agus nocht mo ghiota, atĂĄ ag teacht chun cinn de rĂ©ir a chĂ©ile san ĂĄilleacht, ĂomhĂĄ a chuirfidh fĂ©asta ar na sĂșile. Ar an lĂĄimh eile, lonraigh staid chatach mo chuid gruaige go geal mar a d ‘ fhĂĄs sĂ© agus thit sĂ© sĂos mo dhroim, agus bhĂ sĂșile i ngach ĂĄit ina liathrĂłidĂ orm. NĂor chaith mĂ© mo spĂ©aclaĂ lasmuigh den scoil a thuilleadh agus nuair nach raibh mĂ© ag staidĂ©ar, bhĂ mo lionsaĂ ĂĄ n-ĂșsĂĄid agam ina ionad. Mar thoradh air sin, an samhradh a d ‘iompaigh mĂ© 16, nĂ raibh a fhios agam gur iompaigh mĂ© ina sicĂn rĂł-ghnĂ©asach le bheith sĂĄbhĂĄilte timpeall ar fhir a d’ fhĂ©ach orm.
An samhradh dar gcionn, chuamar go dtĂ an teach samhraidh le mo mhĂĄthair arĂs. BhĂ ĂĄr laethanta saoire ag dul go han-mhaith, bhĂ a lĂĄn spraoi ag mamaĂ agus inĂon le chĂ©ile. LĂĄ amhĂĄin san iarnĂłin, rith mo mhĂĄthair lenĂĄr gcomharsa bĂ©al dorais, AintĂn Selime, agus bhĂ mĂ© ag napĂĄil inĂĄr gclĂłs cĂșil, cois na linne, faoi scĂĄth. Ă tharla go bhfuil an lĂĄithreĂĄn cosanta go han-mhaith agus go raibh a fhios agam nach bhfĂ©adfadh aon duine nach raibh an focal faire slĂĄndĂĄla ar eolas aige dul isteach sa teach, bhain mĂ© mo bharr bikini as. NĂ raibh mĂ© ach I mo luĂ sa leaba i mo Ăochtair bikini turquoise bĂdeacha, ag Ă©isteacht le ceol ar Mo Sheinnteoir MP3. Ar feadh nĂłimĂ©id, bhĂ orm mo shĂșile a oscailt le mothĂș aisteach agus lĂ©im amach as mo shuĂochĂĄn. BhĂ beirt fhear os mo chomhair, ag stĂĄnadh orm mar a bhĂ siad ag ithe. Mhair Ă©ifeacht an turraing ar feadh cĂșpla soicind, nĂ dhearna mĂ© ach fĂ©achaint ar an mbeirt fhear ollmhĂłr seo a bhĂ ina seasamh os mo chomhair. CĂ©n fĂĄth, mar sin, ag cuimhneamh go raibh mĂ© leath nocht, thĂłg mĂ© mo Pareo in aice liom agus chuir mĂ© air. BhĂ an pareo i bhfoirm dĂlsithe a shĂn go dtĂ an t-urlĂĄr, agus ar an drochuair, rinne an fhabraic bĂĄn trĂ©dhearcach cuma nĂos gnĂ©asaĂ air, seachas mo chorp a cheilt. Mar sin fĂ©in, nĂ raibh mĂ© soilsithe go leor fĂłs ar shaincheisteanna gnĂ©is chun Ă© seo a thuiscint.
Ghlac duine de na fir, an tĂ© a Raibh An Tolladh ar a shĂșil, cĂ©im chun tosaigh agus dĂșirt sĂ©, “Cad a tharla dĂĄr deirfiĂșr bheag Ăł nach bhfaca muid!”chuir sĂ© isteach orm, ag rĂĄ. BhĂ mĂ© i bhfostĂș go litriĂșil idir do chuid arm cosĂșil le leanbh bunscoile. Nollaig Chuir a chorp crua iontas orm agus bulge i bhfad nĂos deacra ag baint mo bholg, agus sula bhfĂ©adfainn freagra a thabhairt, bhĂ duine eile de na fir, an ceann a raibh cuma nĂos mĂĄistrĂ air, tar Ă©is a ĂĄit a ghlacadh cheana fĂ©in agus glacadh liom, ag brĂș orm isteach ina chruas. BhĂ sĂ© mar a theastaigh uathu go hĂĄirithe go mbraithfinn an cruas os a gcomhair. Ba iad Mo leasmhĂĄithreacha (Sea, UlaĆ agus Burak mo leasmhĂĄithreacha, agus nĂ fhaca mĂ© iad nĂos mĂł nĂĄ 3 nĂł 4 huaire Ăł phĂłs mo thuismitheoirĂ.) mar nach raibh sĂșil agam a fheiceĂĄil os mo chomhair, nĂ raibh sĂșil agam riamh le dia duit chomh te.
Fir an-dathĂșil, ard agus dea-thĂłgtha a bhĂ iontu beirt. Ăn mĂ©id a dĂșirt Uncail Karim liom, chomh fada agus is cuimhin liom, bhĂ a fhios agam nach raibh siad riamh gann ar leannĂĄin. Rinne UlaĆ staidĂ©ar ar ghrianghrafadĂłireacht agus thosaigh sĂ© ag obair anois le haghaidh iris faisin cĂĄiliĂșil. Os a choinne sin, rinne Burak staidĂ©ar ar ailtireacht agus d ‘ oscail sĂ© a n-oifig fĂ©in in Ă©ineacht le cara. Ă tharla nĂĄr thĂĄinig Siad Go KuĆadası linn riamh, chuir sĂ© iontas mĂłr orm go raibh siad anseo. “Cad atĂĄ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agat anseo?”D’ iarr mĂ©. DĂșirt Burak, le lĂ©iriĂș brĂ©ige brĂłin ar a aghaidh nach raibh diongbhĂĄilte ar chor ar bith, “NĂł nach raibh ĂĄr dearthĂĄir beag sĂĄsta muid a fheiceĂĄil?”sheas sĂ© suas dom ag rĂĄ. BhĂ an lĂ©iriĂș ar a aghaidh chomh greannmhar nach raibh mĂ© in ann cabhrĂș ach gĂĄire a dhĂ©anamh agus a rĂĄ, “CĂ©n fĂĄth Nach mbeinn sĂĄsta, ar ndĂłigh tĂĄ ĂĄthas orm! Ach tĂĄ iontas orm, nĂ thiocfĂĄ ar saoire linn riamh, mar sin!”Babbled mĂ©.
SĂn amach, “ba chĂłir DĂșinn a bheith tugtha isteach ag ĂĄitiĂș m’ athar i bhfad Ăł shin!”muttered sĂ©. BhĂ mĂ© ag casadh timpeall chun fiafraĂ cad atĂĄ i gceist agat, mar sin dĂșirt Burak, “Nach bhfuil pĂłg fĂĄilte ann do gĂșna trĂĄthnĂłna?”mar sin ag rĂĄ, ghlac sĂ© liom agus thosaigh sĂ© ag pĂłgadh mĂ© ar na liopaĂ. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann freagairt as iontas, sheas mĂ© ansin. Agus mĂ© ag iarraidh m ‘ inchinn a bhailiĂș, go tobann chuaigh MĂ© Ăł barrĂłg amhĂĄin go ceann eile, An uair seo bhĂ UlaĆ ĂĄ phĂłgadh agam. BhĂ mĂ© beagnach cosĂșil le doll ina lĂĄmha. BhĂ mĂ© ag fanacht chomh beag sin nĂĄr shĂl mĂ© fiĂș gur mhothaigh siad Ă© nuair a chaith mĂ© mo iontas agus thosaigh mĂ© ag sileadh. Nuair a thosaigh guthanna mo mhĂĄthair Agus Uncail Kerim ag teacht Ăłn taobh istigh, bhĂ UlaĆ fĂłs ag pĂłgadh mĂ© ar na liopaĂ, Agus BhĂ Burak ag claonadh a chruas i gcoinne mo chĂșl, ag cur mo chuid gruaige go dtĂ an taobh agus ag sĂșthadh mo mhuineĂĄl go hoifigiĂșil. BhĂ mĂ© ag streachailt ar thaobh amhĂĄin, agus ar an taobh eile, bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh an chĂșis leis an teas a bhĂ ag teacht idir mo chosa a DhĂspreagadh, nuair a fuair mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in sa linn go tobann.
Nuair a tharraing mĂ© mo cheann amach as an uisce ag tarraingt uisce as mo bhĂ©al agus mo shrĂłn, bhĂ siad ina seasamh ag an linn snĂĄmha, ag gĂĄire orm le gĂĄire. BhĂ mo lĂĄmha agus mo chosa ag crith le nĂ©arĂłga. Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin, bhĂ a fhios agam mar m ‘ ainm go raibh mo chorp ar fad ag casadh corcairdhearg Ăłn nĂ©arĂłg. DĂreach mar a bhĂ mĂ© ar tĂ tosĂș ag comhaireamh gach rud i mo bhĂ©al, chonaic mĂ© go raibh mo mhĂĄthair Agus Uncail Karim taobh thiar dĂobh. Ag slogadh na mallachtaĂ a thĂĄinig go barr mo theanga, dĂșirt MĂ© Le Uncail Kerim, “FĂĄilte!”DĂșirt mĂ©, agus d’ Ă©irigh mĂ© as an linn snĂĄmha le fearg agus chaith mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in isteach i mo sheomra gan bac a chur ar thuĂĄille A lorg go RĂ©asĂșnta. Tar Ă©is cithfholcadh te a thĂłgĂĄil, thĂĄinig mĂ© ar mo chĂ©adfaĂ beagĂĄinĂn. Nuair a d ‘ Ă©irigh mĂ© as an gcithfholcadĂĄn, thĂĄinig mo mhĂĄthair go dtĂ mo sheomra. Ar thaobh amhĂĄin, agus Ă ag cĂor mo chuid gruaige, ar an lĂĄimh eile, dĂșirt Uncail Karim liom go raibh sĂ© fĂ©in agus sĂ© ag iarraidh nĂos mĂł ama a chaitheamh le chĂ©ile mar theaghlach mĂłr, cĂ© chomh sĂĄsta a chuirfeadh sĂ© air beirt dearthĂĄireacha nĂos sine a bheith aige, nĂor theastaigh uaidh riamh mise a bheith i mo phĂĄiste amhĂĄin, ach bhĂ BhĂ an comhrĂĄ cĂ©anna ag uncail Kerim Le UlaĆ agus Burak agus dĂșirt siad gur thaitin an smaoineamh go mbeadh deirfiĂșr acu agus go mbeidĂs sĂĄsta am a chaitheamh le chĂ©ile. Mar thoradh air sin, toisc nĂĄr theastaigh uaim mo mhĂĄthair a chur trĂna chĂ©ile agus toisc go raibh mĂ© ag iarraidh a chreidiĂșint gur dĂłcha nach raibh anseo ach prank dĂșr, shocraigh mĂ© gan an eachtra seo a ardĂș agus nĂor inis mĂ© tada do mo mhĂĄthair.
Sa trĂĄthnĂłna, chuamar go lĂ©ir chuig bialann stylish don dinnĂ©ar. BhĂ mĂ© ag caitheamh mo gĂșna strapless le poncanna polca buĂ ar bĂĄn, agus bhĂ mĂ© ag caitheamh mo sandals ĂĄrasĂĄn bĂĄn ar mo chosa. ChrĂochnaigh sciortaĂ an gĂșna thart ar orlach os cionn mo ghlĂșine, agus de rĂ©ir mar a shĂ©id an ghaoth, chuaigh sĂ Ăł eitilt go heitilt. Thug uncail Karim an gĂșna seo Ăłn NgrĂ©ig mar bhronntanas lĂĄ breithe. Sin an fĂĄth gur theastaigh uaim Ă© a chaitheamh go hĂĄirithe an trĂĄthnĂłna sin. Ach nuair a chonaic MĂ© an cuma Ar aghaidheanna UlaĆ agus Burak, bhĂ fonn mĂłr orm dul ar ais agus mo jeans a chur orm. BhĂ an dinnĂ©ar an-taitneamhach, BhĂ Ulas agus Burak ag siamsaĂocht linn go lĂ©ir trĂ go leor scĂ©alta greannmhara a insint, agus bhĂ mo imnĂ ag imeacht go hiomlĂĄn.