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Mustafa is very happy. He is feeling happy because he has got into military school. He is very good mathematics. He often helps the other boys to solve the other boys to solve their problems.
After three months, Mustafa passes his first uniform.
The uniform is dark blue. The jacket has shiny gold buttons. There are three green ribbons on its sleeve. Each ribbon shows a class year. He is wearing a fez with a black tassel on it. Mustafa looks handsome in his uniform. He is slim and athletic.
He has gone to visit his mother. He wants to show his uniform to his mother and his sister. They think he is very handsome.
Zübeyde hanım is crying because she is so happy. “I am proud of you, my son. I am sure Allah is going to help you serve your country.” He tells them about school.
Mustafa is very successful at the military school. He is good in class. He wanted to know about everything and always asks important questions, so of course his teachers are very pleased with him.
Mustafa works hard because he wants to be top of the class. One day he is having a maths lesson. His maths teacher, Captain Mustafa calls him to his desk. “Look, my son, we are booting called Mustafa,” he says. “You must have another name. Plain ‘Mustafa’ is not enough. So, “the Captain goes on, “I am going to give you a second name. From now on you will be called Mustafa Kemal. Remember ‘Kemal ‘means perfect! Bo a good boy, like your name.”
It is afternoon and Mustafa has arrived home. “Mother, what do you think has happened?” he says. “I have got a new name!”
“What is wrong with Mustafa?” she asks. “Your father chose that name for you. Why do you have change it?”
“But I am not change it, mother,” he answers. “I am not putting another one after it because I do a problems well class. Our math teacher, captain Mustafa, says one name is not enough for me. So has given me another one. Form now on I am going to be called’ Mustafa Kemal’.”
“Well, “Zübeyde hanım says, “I am going to be a paşa. I am going to be Mustafa Kemal Paşa. I am going to serve my country and you are going to be proud of me.”
Mustafa has finished at the Salonika military school and now he is going to military high school in Monastır (now Bitola). It is 1895 and Mustafa is fourteen. He has a friend called Ömer. Ömer likes to read books. Mustafa usually reads maths books. Ömer, however, prefers novels and poetry books.
Ömer often comes to Mustafa2s room. “I don’t like your books,” he says. “They don’t look very interesting.”
“Oh really!” Mustafa Kemal says. “What’ wrong with them, then?”
“They are boring! Why don’t you read story books and poetry books?”
