Konya Yacan Kız Öğrenci Yurtları "Konya Kız Yurdu"

It is one of the oldest dormitories in Konya.

My neighbor becomes themselves ? As far as I can see from the outside, the place is clean

Yaka is a clean and decent girls' hostel in Meram.

As a well-kept and relevant place as a dormitory, there are close friendly and caring employees.

What am I doing in a girls' dorm? He says you've visited 1 year ago. In front of the UzdUr history. That's all!

While I was delighted that I found the single room here, it was the dormitory where I gave up at the same pace because the lady on the phone spoke disgracefully.

This is a private dormitory for girls. I don't know the inside, it looks x very beautiful from the outside. There are roses in Bakce. It was an apartment before. Then it was converted to a dormitory. In a clean and quiet neighborhood of Konya. Close to Carsi center and some schools. I can say that it is a dormitory where you can feel yourself at home in your own neighborhood.

INDEPENDENCE ANTHEM Do not be afraid, the golden starboard floating in these dawn; The last hearth to smoke on my country without extinguishing. It is the star of my nation, it will shine; He is mine, he belongs to my nation, but let me be a sacrifice, O coy crescent to your face! A rose to my hero race ... What is this violence, this malal? Our spilled blood then you will not lawful; It is the right, the one who worships God, the independence of my nation. Which crazy is gonna chain me? I'm surprised! I am like a roaring flood: I tramp and cross me; I tear the mountains, I will not fit into the vast, I will carry it. If it is surrounded by Garb, the steel armored wall I have serhaddim like my chest full of faith. Your nation, do not be afraid! How can such a faith be strangled, the only fanged monster you say, "Civilization!"? Do not let the scoundrels of my hometown; Barricade your body, let alone this indecent flock. The days that God promises you will be born ... Who knows, maybe tomorrow, maybe even closer than tomorrow. Do not pass the places you stepped by saying "soil!" Think thousands of unshrouded lies beneath. You are the son of a martyr, do not hurt, it is a pity, your ancestor: Do not give, even if you take the worlds, this is the land of paradise. Who does not sacrifice this paradise for the sake of the country? To gush Martyrs land tighter the şüheda! My soul is divine from you, but its ambition is: Let it not touch the ma'bed's chest, the na-mahram hand; Those adhan - whose martyrdom is the basis of the religion - Eternal, my moan over my land. Then prostrate a thousand with ecstasy - if there is - move; Every time I am divorced, I am divorced and my bloody age, my gushing soul-i mukerred from the ground! Then it will rise and be worth the Throne, maybe, my head, O glorious crescent at dawn! Now get all my lawful bloodshed. Forever not to you, not to my race izmihlal: It is right, lived free, my flag is freedom; It is the right, who worships God, the independence of my nation Mehmet Akif Ersoy