İsmail Paşa



I was born in Yesilyurt on 14th March 1988, it was a rainy night the sky filled with thunder storms. My father noticed that I had my right hand clenched “What is that in his hand?” he asked the midwife, his voice hushed.

The midwife had been about to wipe her fingers clean, but under my father’s fierce gaze, she opened my hand gently, revealing a clot of blood the size of an eye that trembled with the tiniest movement. It was black and shone like oil. My mother had raised herself up to see what part of her newborn boy had caught everyone’s attention. When she saw the dark lump, she moaned to herself.

“He holds blood in his right hand,” she whispered. “He will walk with death all his life.”

Lets stop there, I think that’s enough for now, that story belongs to Genghis Khan not me. Nevertheless, I do have some interesting experiences to share, they will not live up to Genghis Khan but they will still be entertaining and hopefully motivational.

If we are to start from the beginning again, I was born in Yesilyurt on 14th March 1988, lived in Cyprus until the age of six. My family and I then moved to London, a place called Stratford, which was not a prominent area. I started primary school in Stratford and found it easy to adapt due to the fact that the area had been multi-cultural, I had classmates from all around the world. It was exciting, and why wouldn’t it be. It all happened over night, from a small village with a population of six hundred people to one of the biggest cities in the world. Language barrier limited my interaction with my classmate’s and the people around me, so I used football to interact with people and make friends. Sports are always great icebreakers; you don’t need to speak the same language, have the same religion and be from the same ethnic background to enjoy the beautiful game they call football. All you need is the love for the game.  I went onto playing football for Flanders FC until the age of eighteen, an east-London based football club, which competed in the Ryman league.

My primary school years flew past, I met people from different backgrounds and had a great time in the process, I regard my primary school years as my transition period. I will never forget my form teacher Mr. Wilkinson in Year 5; he helped me through my hard times, my friend when he needed to be and my teacher when needed to be. At this point I started to grasp the English language, however, I lacked confidence and was afraid to talk in front of an audience. Mr Wilkinson signed me up to the school plays, as he believed this would enhance my confidence and he was spot on, by the end of Year 6 I was an orator I would babble on aimlessly for hours, still not fluent but as confident as ever.  I achieved 4:3:3 for my Year 6 SAT’s. The highest grade being 6, it was not great but good achievement for someone that had been in the country for only three years.

I attended Rokeby Secondary School between the years of 1999 – 2004.  My History teacher Mr Aubrey helped me fall in love with History. Learning about the past, different civilisations, cultures, ideologies and people all fascinated me. In year 7, I decided that one day I will become a Historian. Entering Mr. Aubrey’s classroom was like entering an ancient era, it consisted of maps, paintings, artifacts and everything else that you could think of, he even had a real roman soldiers helmet hanging on the wall. The seating plan was nothing like the other classrooms, it was set in the style of knights Templar; one big round table.

I completed my secondary school studies with 8 GCSE’S and decided to carry on with further education. Sir George Monoux College had a good reputation; I was accepted into the college to study A-levels. My college education was filled with great competence. I consistently maintained good grades in all the subjects but I found myself inclined more towards History. I successfully completed my A-levels with A:B:B; it was now time for me to move onto the last stage of the education system.

I gained entry into University of London to study BA History; this is what I wanted to do, I knew from a young age that I wanted to study History. There must have been hundreds of courses to chose from, courses that would guarantee employment but I chose History because History is what I love.  During my university years, I decided to become a teacher and worked towards achieving my aim.

Mudlarking became one of my hobbies; searching for historical items in river mud on Saturday mornings with one of my lecturers. I volunteered at the local retirement home; it was a life-changing experience for a variety of reasons, I heard fascinating stories every day. I also volunteered at a youth club, encouraging the youth to stay in school and to stay away from crime and gangs.

Everything seemed to have been falling into place, I graduated with a good grade from my university on top of that I met my wife on 15 June 2008 and have been together ever since. I thank god everyday for blessing me with a wonderful life partner.

I believe that Teaching begins in a school environment and spreads into all aspects of life. My first year as a teacher was when I was 21 years old in Lathom Primary School. My teaching was completely under supervision of excellent teachers. This kindled a strong desire in me to apply the knowledge I have gained and motivated me. Gave me an opportunity to discover and refine my leadership and communication skills.

Over the past five years, I have worked with young people as a teacher. Firstly at Lathom Primary school for two years and later at 23 years old in Eastlea Secondary School. As a teacher, I hope to be a role model that cultivates in young people, open minds, the knowledge and ability to look at the world critically, and the belief in ones capacity to make positive contributions to society. I appreciate the immeasurable impact that teachers make on the lives of young people.

I volunteered at a Saturday school in Bethnal Green to offer English lessons to children from Somalia. I planned, prepared and delivered educational activities that engaged students in debate and discussions to improve their English. I enjoy working with and learning from young people, and I am committed to making meaningful contributions to their growth.

History is important, it helps us to gain access to the laboratory of human experience. When we study it reasonably well, and so acquire some usable habits of mind, as well as some basic data about the forces that affect our own lives, we emerge with relevant skills and an enhanced capacity for informed citizenship, critical thinking, and simple awareness. The uses of history are varied. Studying history can help us develop some literally “salable” skills, but its study must not be pinned down to the narrowest utilitarianism. Some history—that confined to personal recollections about changes and continuities in the immediate environment—is essential to function beyond childhood. Some history depends on personal taste, where one finds beauty, the joy of discovery, or intellectual challenge. Between the inescapable minimum and the pleasure of deep commitment comes the history that, through cumulative skill in interpreting the unfolding human record, provides a real grasp of how the world works.

If my experiences have taught me anything, it would be that; you as an individual have the power to achieve the best life for yourself and the road to success lies in education.

Fear is a wolf on a chain, only dangerous when you set it free. Sorrow exhausts itself in the net of forgetting. Anger, for all its fury, can be killed by a smile. Only hope goes on forever, because hope doesn’t belong to any one of us: it belongs to the first few hundred, our ancestors, whose brave love for one another gave us most of the good that we are.

And hope, that ancient seed, redeems the heart it feeds. The heartbeat of any conscious now is poised on the same choice that hope gives all of us, between shadows of the past, and the bright, blank page of any new day.”


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