How I Did Become a Journalist? – Part 1

“A crying little child, inside the TV frame, running after an ambulance that were carrying the corpse of his Bosnian mother”.

I do not know how old I was when I saw that scene. It was probably one of the first scenes recorded in my memory but now I still can narrate it in detail. I think that my interest in news and thoughts sparked for the first time at the very day.

I was really confused at the time I decided to start my career as a journalist. I did not access to a credible source that could guide me how to enter the market, and also, I did not have any journalist friend whom I asked for help and learn the lessons. I just knew one thing: “I want to write”.

In 2011 (1390), I still was studying in university. I was curious about the news; I had a relatively rich vocabulary lexicon; and I had some information about the world’s situation. I thought that these were enough for me to become a journalist. Finally, I embarked upon my job and wrote a 800-word text about the women’s condition in Afghanistan for a newspaper. With the help of a go-between person, I could send my text to the newspaper’s international service secretary.

When the first text of mine was published in a newspaper, I bought three copies of that newspaper and obsessively read the text for many times. I put the papers under the carpet in order to prevent them from being folded and I thought: “You made it! Now, the world of journalism is waiting for you!”. When I was 22, I really assumed that : “if one content of mine is published in a relatively good-seller newspaper, then I can turn into a real journalist and the world yearns to see me shining!”.

However, until four years after that day I could not become a real journalist. I sometimes wrote different contents and texts for various publications and I received no money for them. In some cases, I published news in not-so-important websites to earn a certain revenue. Though a little bit late, I found the answer of this conundrum when I reached 26.

The answer was as follows:

I needed a fundamental training to become a real journalist. As the first step, I went to Enghelab street. There were no many books about journalism in book-stores. However, I could not even afford all those few books. I leaped in the dark and bought some books that I thought were appropriate for a beginner journalist who wanted to learn the basic principles of journalism and correspondence. At that time, many were speaking about the training courses that were held by Ministry of Guidance for the journalists. However, a requirement for attending those classes was continuous job experience that I lacked. After one month or more, I read all of the books I bought and learned something about how to be a journalist. One day, I encountered an advertisement in the Instagram page of a celebrity-designer. One of my favorite journalists hold a training course to teach journalism in eight session. The course was too expensive for me to afford but it was the only path to my wish …

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