Everything you need to Know about Discone Antenna
Discone antenna gives a bandwidth of 10:1 with an omnidirectional characteristic. It is perfect to use this antenna with VHF and UHF antennas. You can use a Wide Band Discone Antenna for many radio communication applications. It is also used for military purposes and monitoring homes.
This blog describes everything about the Discone antenna, its uses, benefits, and drawbacks in detail. We will also discuss many things related to this antenna.
What Is a Discone Antenna?
A discone antenna is a kind of biconical antenna. Unlike other antennas, this antenna has a disk instead of cones. This disk is located at the top of a cone. Some discone antennas have a metal disk on top of a metal cone.
You can use discone antenna for frequencies of 30 MHz and above. However, you can also this antenna for a lower frequency range. Cone and disc in discone antennas are made from fine quality metal sheets. Normally, these antennas contain 6 to 16 rods within a lower region.
This antenna operates over a frequency range of 10:1 depending on different designs. It also provides a low angle of radiation. Moreover, discone antennas are widely used for VHF/UHF applications. The angle of radiation in this antenna increases at the top position.
Use of Discone Antennas
Armig Kandoian is the investor of the first discone antenna. He received a patent in the year 1945 for direction finding and aircraft communication. These antennas are used in military areas as they are used to provide good communication in border areas.
UHF Discone Antenna has many uses such as monitoring and radio scanning. It is used even for RF transmissions. You can use discone antenna for several UHF and VHF applications. It is mainly used in the areas where the signal is very close to ground level.
One of the most popular examples of an Ultra wide Discone Antenna is an indoor UHF antenna. It is developed using durable sheet metal. Now, we will discuss how discone antennas work. It is difficult to understand the working of a discone antenna but we will discuss it simply.
Disc and cone elements radiate the energy. This antenna will get better simulation by adding more elements. 6 elements are used to maintain a balance between cost, performance, and wind resistance.
The feeder meets the antenna and spreads over the cone surface. RF antenna receives and radiates energy and the radiation pattern is omnidirectional in the horizontal line. It radiates energy at a low angle and gives a better operating range. Discone antenna does not need any ground connection and can work from a coaxial feeder.
Advantages of Discone Antennas
Discone antennas can be used for VHF and UHF applications. Apart from that, there are also many other Advantages of Discone Antennas such as:
1. Wide band Omni directional antenna
Discone antenna is an Omni directional antenna. It works the same as a planar antenna. The frequency range ratio of discone antennas is about 10:1. The best VHF Discone Antenna is the antenna that includes a frequency range between 30 and 1300 MHz. Moreover, the discone antenna is a wideband antenna.
2. Good for TV broadcasting
Discone antennas operate at a frequency range of 10:1. They also follow an omni directional pattern from 470 MHz to 862 MHz. Apart from that, the antenna also has a range from 1.75 to 2.3 dBi. Because of different omni directional characteristics, you can use a discone antenna for TV broadcasting systems. It improves picture quality while watching different TV channels.
3. Wind resistance
In the case of discone antennas, the disc and cone are made from solid metal. They do not rust or break due to winds, water, dust, and UV rays. You can install these antennas in any kind of weather. They give good performance even in harsh climatic conditions.
4. Gives powerful signals
One of the major Benefits of Discone Antennas is that they help to radiate spurious signals easily. The level of reflected power will differ as per operating range and even rises above limits in some areas.
You can use special tools to filter signals. These tools will help to get better signals while monitoring or broadcasting TV channels.
5. Attractive looks
One benefit of a discone antenna is that it has attractive looks. You can mount it on your commercial or residential buildings easily with simple equipment and tools.
Disadvantages of Discone Antennas
Discone antennas also have many drawbacks. Let us have a look at some disadvantages of Discone Antennas in the below section:
Interference of other signals
A Military Discone Antenna is omnidirectional and receives signals from many directions. This pattern often causes interference in many signals from different directions. You might face some problems in broadcasting by using a discone antenna.
Bulky antennas
One of the major drawbacks of discone antenna is that it is heavy and massive if you want to get lower frequencies. You can use discone antennas only for frequencies above 30 MHz. Heavy antennas are difficult to use for broadcasting and monitoring purposes.
Reception pattern increases upward with frequency
One more drawback of using a discone antenna is that the radiation pattern has lobes. These lobes increase upward with the rising frequency. So, you cannot receive or transmit signals at a very high-frequency range.
Creates more space for birds
As discone antennas are mounted at a good height, they are easy to find by birds. These antennas are easy to reach for birds and you may get problems with signals.
Final words
A discone antenna is an Omni directional antenna that receives signals from different directions. It is widely used for TV broadcasting applications. This antenna is easy to mount at a higher altitude with simple tools.
Dipole antenna is similar to discone antenna. You will have a gain of less than 0. The diameter of a discone antenna must be 0.7 times the quarter wavelength of the lowest frequency got by the antenna. It does not need any ground support to work.
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Timezone | Charles Leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x y/n!reader
prompt: based off my favourite song at the moment; Timezone by Maneskin. Where Charles is fed up with being so far away from you at a time where both of your lives are changing, not that he knows that.
warnings: 18+ as brief mentions of sex
word count: 4.6k
Song:
“You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better
And every time I see your face, the moon should be jealous”
“Bonsoir Amour,” Charles says as his face pops up on your screen. “You look tired,” He quickly adds, as you make yourself comfortable on the bed you usually share.
“I am, work was a nightmare…all I want is to go to sleep and your shirts just don’t cut it anymore darling,” You joke as you show him the shirt you were wearing, it was one of his favourite linen button-ups; the one he likes to wear when you go driving down the Monegasque coastline together.
You had sprayed it with the few drops of his cologne that were left in the bottle…but that was starting to fade, seeing how long he’d been gone. Nothing was the same as when you fell asleep in his arms; his warm chest pressing against your back, arm around your waist as he told you how much he loved you. “Stay with me?” You ask, turning off the bedside lamp as you prop your phone on the side table.
“Of course, I’ve got tons of emails to go through so I will probably still be here when you wake up,” He jokes as he sets his phone against the wall, atop the makeshift desk in his foreign hotel room. He continued to talk as you rested your head on the pillow below, wanting to listen to how Pierre ended up locking himself inside his hotel room; knowing that this was about as good as time-together got at the moment but also knowing that you had to be up early for work tomorrow.
The latter finally proved to be more important.
“And I keep talking to the wall 'til he's a friend of mine”
Charles continued to talk for an hour until he broke eye-contact with the laptop in front of him to find the peaceful image of you fast asleep. He starts to question how worth it all is. Is his job, His dream worth more than you? Shouldn’t he be home with you, letting you rant about your day as he made dinner? But then He supposes once he met you, his dreams changed.
Growing up, Charles’ dreams were about one thing. Becoming world champion. But since meeting you he can't help dreaming of you, and everything you could become together. He would imagine the chateau you would have in the south of France in which you would raise your children (He knew you wanted children as you had expressed it before when He asked…but only at a time that suited you both, you didn’t want to be raising them yourself, and Charles didn’t want that either. Or at least…that was the plan)
“I would sacrifice it all for you…” He said quietly as he admired your sleeping figure. “Every last bit, every race, every win…if it meant I didn’t have to leave you like this amour, I don’t know how much longer I can be apart from you” He continues, ignoring the sole tear threatening to roll down his face. His mood quickly changed when He imagined your response. How you would tell him ‘don’t worry about me’ and how ‘I’ll still be here when you get back’
But what you wouldn’t tell him was that you selfishly wished for nothing more, if only you had fallen for the guy next door. Why did he have to have such lofty dreams and ambitions…but also the ability to make them come true? You wished nothing but the world for him, and his happiness was yours; so why when you spoke to him over the phone did he always seem so…sad?
“I call you every hour just to tell you that I'm losing my mind”
“If not for you-” You sang as you swept the apartment, your daily Saturday routine nearly over and you were excited as Qualifying was only a few hours away. The music quieted by the incoming call you were receiving. You quickly hurried to the kitchen where your phone lay on charge next to the speaker. You disconnected both before answering.
“Charles? Is everything ok?” You ask, you knew with only a few hours until Quali he needed pure focus so this was unexpected.
“N-No…I-” He tries to say but you shush him as you move over onto the couch.
“Turn on your camera,” You say, revealing a tear-stained Charles. Your heart shattering into a million pieces to see him like this. “Hey, look at me…you are ok, take some deep breaths,” You say and he quickly does as he’s told, collapsing down onto the couch in his drivers room.
“I can’t do this anymore,” He says quietly, probably not wanting to alert anyone else in the hospitality to the situation.
“What can’t you do?” You ask confused.
“This…you and me-. The pressure I-” He starts to say before he realises what he said. “N-Not like that Amour. This distance between us. I haven’t seen you in nearly two months, I’m not myself without you, I’m losing my mind not being able to kiss you or hold you. I don’t know how much longer I can do this? Questions are being raised within the team, the media are saying I’m off my game.” He questions, his voice wavering at the end.
“They don’t know what they’re talking about. You are at the top of your game, Ferrari are performing as well as they have ever been and there are only two more races before you get to come back home…you’ll see me in just over two weeks darling. I know it’s hard, I feel it too. I walk around our apartment, remembering everything that's happened here and then I go to sleep alone, just waiting to see you again… But they are the sacrifices we have to make.” You tell him honestly as he wipes his face. He moved to the bathroom connected and you hear the tap running, assuming he is splashing his face with water. He returns to you much more calm and collected than before.
“T-Thank you Amour, I need to go but I will call you later,” He promises with a soft smile spread across his face.
“Good luck Darling,” You say before blowing him a kiss. You sit down to watch qualifying with baited breath, unaware of the toll your relationship was taking on your love.
“Now I know you're sleeping
Where I'm supposed to be in”
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“Merde,” Charles swore as he threw his phone on the bed, he had finally gotten back to the hotel; only eight hours after the chequered flag. After celebrations, after media duties, after strategy debriefings, after engineering debriefings, after the awful traffic leaving the track, after everything…then, came you. But He had forgotten the time difference. You no doubt would have stayed up late to watch the race live, quickly sending him a congratulations text before falling asleep.
This was the part Charles hated the most, the loneliness. The empty hotel room, devoid of any emotion; leaving him with only his own thoughts for company. He longed for life to be different, for the days when he wasn’t under the spotlight. As much as Formula 1 was a team sport, he was the driver, so everything was done for him. He never had a chance to make many connections within the team.
Pierre was the exception, he was the childhood friend in the corner, always cheering him on. But even He had seen recently the shift in Charles’ mood. The change in how he interacted with others; shorter answers with the media, less patience for fans, sometimes borderline reckless driving on track. Pierre knew his reasons and how much Charles was struggling…that's why Pierre was the way He was. No long-term girlfriends, strenuous relationships with friends and his ‘fear’ of commitment. He saw what it was doing to his best-friend and didn’t like where it was headed.
“Wish I could've stayed”
“Have you got everything?” You ask your boyfriend as he wheels his three massive silver suitcases into the hallway.
“I think so, are you sure you’re alright to stay here by yourself? I could always ask Maman…you know she wouldn't say ‘no’ to staying a few weeks,” He offers again.
“Darling, I promise you, I will be fine. Eight weeks is only four-two week breaks. And I know I can do two weeks.” I assure him, taking his face in my hands as I do, slowly rubbing my thumb over his cheek. “I’ll still be here when you get back, and then you have a few weeks off where it can be just the two of us. We can do everything and Nothing if you want.” I remind him before pressing a kiss to his soft lips.
“I love you Ma Belle,” He mutters as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. You spend a few minutes just taking in each other, knowing this would be the last time you would be in the same room as him for a few months.
“Je t’aime Chérie,” You reply, both of you knowing that was the extent of your French vocabulary, somehow making it even sweeter.
“Only thing that keeps us apart
Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog”
“This won’t take long, I promise,” Charles is told as he sits down at the table, around which sits his team. His lead Engineer, His PR officer, His Trainer and His Team principal. “We just wanted to make sure everyone is on the same page with what's going on over the coming weeks,”
“Ok, has anything changed?” He asks, looking over the calendar on his Ipad.
“After your performance in the last few races we think it would be beneficial to get in some extra SIM work once we return from China…a week maybe two will be more than en-” His Engineer says tentatively.
“No, absolutely not,” Charles says adamantly, his fists balling as the device thuds on the table. “I haven’t been home in over 6 weeks…I-I’m not waiting another month-” He says getting up. “I’m not doing this now…we focus on these two races,” He tells them before walking out the same door he had walked through not 10 minutes before.
“Only thing that keeps us apart
Is a different timezone”
CURRENT TIME — 17:36
HOME TIME —--- 02:36
The icon on his home screen taunted him as he watched the minutes tick by, the drive from the track to his hotel seeming even longer than usual. His mind goes back to that meeting, how dare they ask him to go to Maranello for another two weeks, he was there only a few days before he flew out for the first of the 6 races he was away for.
Did they understand that you were waiting on him? Did they care? Charles was beginning to think they didn't. If they did they would have at least offered him a week or two at home first. He sighed in frustration as thoughts swirled in his head, the usual thoughts when He was left alone…
“So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning”
“I want to come home Maman, I want to see her. It is unbearable to be without her any longer,” Charles said to his mother as they spoke, ironically mirroring your words from when you spoke to her a few days ago…’It’s unbearable to see him like this’.
“I know it is Cherie, it's the same feeling I felt when you and your Papa were travelling the world for your karting…you have wanted this for so long, I can see how much your racing means to you. But as your Mother I just want you to be happy, so if she makes you happier than you could ever be, then go for it. You’ve won races, you’ve won championships but you have to ask yourself if this particular one is worth all the pain I can see you’re in?” She asked as she sat on her balcony in Monaco. Unbeknownst to him however, that the exact person he was talking about, was sitting on his Mothers couch, listening to the conversation and reading a book.
“-I know, I know…she said the same thing. It would be slightly more bearable if the time-difference wasn’t so big. I called her 3 times last week and only then did I realise she would be fast asleep,” He complained. Your heart had sunk when you got back into bed and realised you had three missed calls from him; you had to very quickly run to the bathroom out of fear of vomiting on the floor, so didn’t even think about grabbing your phone and messaging him back.
“Only a few more weeks and you will be back in her arms, I promise,” She says before ending the call. The clouds covering the sun forced her inside as the wind picked up. “How are you feeling?” She asks, pressing her ice cold hand to your forehead.
“Honestly?” You ask and she nods. “Like shit, I can't get rid of this nausea, and every time it feels like it’ll pass, it comes straight back,” You admit as you take a sip of the steaming tea she had made you only minutes before you were interrupted.
“The first few months are like that. It was the same with Lorenzo and Arthur…don’t tell Charles though but he was a dream, no sickness, no nothing and labour was a breeze,” She says causing you to laugh, Mr Charles ‘Perfect’ Leclerc struck again.
“I'm coming home”
*CONFIRM FLIGHT MA1611 TO NICE*
[CONFIRM] [CHECK BOOKING]
Charles pressed the confirm button instantly, without hesitation. Without thought of the consequences of what would happen with his team; He would be at least a week early. He didn’t care about this last race, He didn’t care how close his rival was to him in terms of points. He didn’t care about anything…except getting home to you. He asked his Maman to collect him from the airport and drop him at home. He also swore her to secrecy but that seemed like the least important part.
“I wouldn’t have the balls…” Pierre said from across the table.
“You know how I feel about it, and Her,” He simply replied. But it was true, Pierre did know as they had talked about it for hours. Charles felt like Pierre was the only one who truly understood what it took and continued to take.
“I didn’t mean it like that…just make sure I’m the best man at the wedding alright?” He joked, neither of you had really discussed getting married. It just didn’t seem important at the time, but now, Pierre’s comment had planted a seed.
“Only thing that keeps us apart
Is a different timezone”
“Tomorrow I got another plane,”
“How are you feeling about this last race?” His trainer asked as they walked through the international airport, only minutes away from boarding the flight to the final race.
“I’m feeling good, -I’m just going to go to the bathroom, you guys board without me…I’ll only be a few minutes,” Charles smoothly lied; He knew that the bathroom had two entrances in front of two different sides of the terminal.
“I'm not gonna take it”
He checked his watch and saw that his other flight was about to depart so He started to run. He shouted ‘sorry’ as he brushed past someone, others choosing to move out the way as He ran through the airport. He looked at the gate numbers as he ran. 35…..34…..33…..32…..31…..30. He sighed as he finally reached it. The last few people started to board as he took a minute to compose himself before approaching. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself as the Stewardess checked his boarding pass.
“Welcome onboard Mr. Leclerc,” She said politely to him before showing him behind the curtain to his left. He relaxed as He settled into his seat. Only 12 more hours until He would be with you.
“Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I paid double for the tickets”
“And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed”
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He didn’t even manage to put his seatbelt on before the calls started flooding in, he quickly silenced his phone and tucked it into the bottom of his bag. He really hoped he was making the right decision.
Charles was so exhausted from the past two months that He slept almost the whole way home, something very unusual for him. He was finally woken by the Stewardess telling him they were about to start their descent into Nice. At that news He woke up almost instantly, eager to be reunited with his Maman and see a familial face.
He made sure he was one of the first off the plane and was glad that his celebrity afforded him to be escorted through the airport and straight into arrivals. He didn’t have any bags to collect as they would be in the Middle East by now, probably with a group of very confused Ferrari employees. Pascale spotted her son almost immediately as He walked into the Arrivals hall, arms wrapping around him and pulling him into her.
“I’m proud of you, Cherie,” She says, kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s get you home,” His Maman adds as they start to walk out of the airport, a place Charles wished to not see for a very long time.
“And they can say whatever,”
“I’ll just drop you here,” Pascale says as she arrives outside your apartment building.
“Thank you Maman, for everything,” Charles says as he kisses her on the cheek before getting out of the car. He rifles through his bag looking for his swipe pass that would allow him access to the building. As annoying as it was having to have the card, you couldn’t get into the building or up the elevators without it. He swung his bag over his shoulder before shutting the door. Charles went onto autopilot as he swiped into the building, swiped to open the elevator, pressed the button for the top floor, and walked towards your door. It was only until he reached your door that the gravity of the situation dawned on him. He had just deserted his team and travelled 12 hours across the globe to see you.
He raised his hand to knock. Should he knock? Technically he lived here too…He twisted the handle and walked into your shared apartment. He could see you out on the balcony, eyes shut and enjoying the fresh-air. Charles tried to be as quiet as He could, He took his shoes off and dumped his bag before slowly walking towards you.
The double doors were wide open as Charles approached and found you sleeping. He sunk down onto his knees next to the lounger you lay in and took your hand in his.
“Amour,” He whispered as He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and pressed a firm kiss to it. You muttered something under your breath. “Mon Ange,” He cooed as he tried to rouse you from your sleep.
“Mmh, want to sleep,” You groan as you try to swat his hand away.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me Amour,” He said, only now His voice registering in your head.
“Charlie?” You asked in utter disbelief as your eyes widened and you sat bolt upright. “You! You’re here!”
“I am, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise,” He assures you as you scramble to get up, tugging your shirt over your growing stomach before throwing your arms around him.
“Why- what-. Charles?” You ask, hoping he’d know what you were asking him.
“They don’t know I’m here. I’m tired and so fucking fed up of having to be away from you,” He admits and you sigh pulling him into your chest.
“I know you are Darling,” You tell him as you stroke the top of his head and fiddle with the tips of his hair. You fall into a comfortable silence as you just hold each other.
“I’m-,” You say.
“Ma-,” He says at the same time. “Sorry Amour, you go first,” Charles says with a smile on his face.
“I-I’m pregnant,” You admit taking his hand and placing it on your stomach.
“You’re what?” He asks with wide eyes.
“Pregnant, We’re having a baby Charles,” You tell him again with a wide smile on your face as you place your other hand on his cheek and rub it softly.
“We’re going to have a baby” He repeats in disbelief and I just nod. “How far along are you?” He asks, lifting your shirt up to see your slightly swollen stomach.
“The doctors think about three-and-a-half to four months. So I was pregnant before you left but with everything going on, I guess I just forgot,” You say but it seems like he’s daydreaming.
“Marry me,”
“What Ch-,”
“That's what I was going to say before. Marry me Amour, I haven’t bought a ring yet but I’m down on my knees so I’m halfway there. I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t know already. You are my reason; you are why I get up in the morning, why I try so hard at work, why I’m here right now. It’s all for you, and now our growing family…so marry me” He says, putting both hands on your stomach.
“You already know my answer Darling, you are my everything Charles,” You tell him, pulling him off of his knees and into your arms.
“I need you to say it,” He pleads.
“we'll be making love,”
“ I'm fucking you tonight”
“Yes, I will marry you Mr Leclerc,” You say with a laugh as he picks you up and spins you around. “Charles, be careful. Morning sickness is not a joke,” You warn him and upon realisation he stops spinning you but picks you up, ironically, bridal style and carries you to your bedroom. “What are you-,”
“I want to fuck my fiancée, is that alright with her?” He asks teasingly as He places you down onto your bed gently.
“Let me check…,” You say, pretending to think. “She says she’s been waiting months for you to say that,” You say pulling him on top of you and letting yourself savour every moment of it.
“So fuck what I’m dreaming,
this fame has no meaning,”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Abu Dhabi and to the final race of the season!” The commentator announces as the camera pans down the pitlane. “It all comes down to today. With only 5 points in it, who will be crowned World Champion?” He asks. “Will it be double world champion Max Verstappen with RedBull? Or will it be reigning three-time world champion Charles Leclerc with Ferrari? Well, todays the day. Stay tuned for the duel in the desert!” He announces over the TV screen in Ferrari’s hospitality suite. You were sitting next to Charles' family. Both of his brothers and their girlfriends, His mum and some of his extended family that were able to make it.
“In a shock week for Ferrari, well…more like Charles Leclerc; the grid will say goodbye to one of its most talented today. After arriving here two days later than scheduled, Charles posted onto his social media and announced in the press conference that He is retiring and Yas Marina would be his last race. He is joined this weekend by his whole family as we celebrate a very accomplished driver; and most especially He is joined by long-term girlfriend and as of a few days ago; Fiancée, Y/N who is a very well-known face within the paddock. We also send the Leclerc family our biggest congratulations at the news of their impending arrival,” The commentator said as He walked the grid in preparation for today's race. You all started to make your way into the garage, Arthur offering to carry your bag as you were taken aside and onto the track. Ferrari wanted to take a few photos with the team and Charles refused to take them unless you were there.
“Thank you for being here Amour,” He said, taking you by the hand and escorting you over to where his car lined up on pole position.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Darling,” You say, pressing a kiss to the side of his face. Charles’ PR manager took the photos they wanted before He was ushered off for the national anthem. Whilst you stood next to His car the same commentator from earlier approached you.
“I am joined now by Y/N Y/L/N, How are you?” He asks, pointing the microphone at you.
“I’m feeling amazing Martin. Nervous for today but Excited for the party that will no doubt ensue tonight,” You answer.
“So your money is on Charles for the win?” He asks and you scoff.
“I think it has to be, doesn't it?” You joke causing him to laugh.
“Probably wouldn’t be a great start to your marriage if you didn’t,”
“Your words not mine Martin,” You playfully remind him.
“Well congratulations to you and Charles on your recent engagement-” He says before he is spoken to via his earpiece. “Jenson would like me to remind you not to forget his invitation,” Martin Brundle explains.
“Jenson I promise you will be the first to get an invite, and I will hand deliver it myself If I have to,” I promised him whilst looking directly at the camera.
“-and finally before I have to head off. Another congratulations to you and Charles, upon the announcement of your baby.” He says causing you to blush at all the attention you were receiving.
“Thank you Martin, it really means a lot,” You reply with a smile.
“If you are open to name suggestions…might I suggest Martin? It’s a great name!” He asks in true Martin Brundle style.
“I will have to consult with my husband-to-be, but I’m sure we’ll work something out. You assure him before the National Anthem starts to play.
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Charles_Leclerc Nothing in my life compares to today.
Juliette Elise Leclerc and Leo MartÍn Leclerc; I cannot even begin to tell you how much my heart fills with joy every time I see you; your Maman and I are so unbelievably happy to introduce you to the world.
Y/N and I thank everyone for their kind words and messages over the past few days; we will however be taking some time away from the media whilst we adjust to our new lives as parents to our wonderful twins.
The birth of our children marks the start of a new chapter in both of our lives, one we have both been looking forward to for months. Before I take my leave I would like to dispel any rumours of my return to racing; I have no plan to return to racing in the foreseeable future as I plan to spend my time with my soon to be wife learning what it means to be a father.
Lastly, I just want to say how proud I am of Y/N, And how thankful I am to her for bringing our beautiful little girl and boy into the world.
Charles x
I hope you enjoyed reading, this is my first F1 oneshot I've published on tumblr so if you did enjoy it, please dont hesitate to let me know by dropping a comment. Thank you xxx
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"Today commemorates the death of Noman Çelebicihan, a leader of the Crimean Tatar people.
January 26, 1918, he was imprisoned as the result of the Red Terror, and a month later, on February 23, in Sevastopol (Aqyar) they shot him and threw his body into the sea.
I will talk about why it is important to learn about him, below.
Noman Çelebicihan was the one who revived the tradition of Qurultay, a national democratic assembly.
It was under his leadership that the Crimean Tatar self-awareness began to flourish for the first time since the annexy of Crimean Khanate (1783).
During the February Revolution of year '17, demand for self-awareness in society is growing, and in April, Çelebicihan becomes a comimissioner of spiritual leadership and first democratically elected mufti of Crimea. This was when he also became the first Mufti of Muslims of Lithuania, Poland, and Belarus.
Meanwhile, the Muslim Executive Committe becames the main executive body of the government.
In Summer 1917, Crimean national military units began to form, the so called Squadrones. Çelebicihan then calls for a formation of Muslim Armed Forces.
December 1917, Qurultay has declared Crimean Democratic Republic, founders of which were Çelebicihan and like-minded individuals. This was also when they adopted a democratic Constitution drafted by him, Cafer Seydamet and other peers.
It talked about electoral right for everyone, any and all class ranks or titles were canceled, as were their priveleges, it asserted equal rights of women and men, established regulations on assembly of parlaiment. A regulation on election of national government - Directory - was also established.
Çelebicihan, as well as Cafer Seydamet (who became a minister of foreign affairs and military minister), maintained connections to Central Council of Ukraine (Ukrainian Central Rada). In Spring 1917, by an invite of the Central Council, Crimea sent 10 people in a delegation to participate in the work of the Congress of Nations (Congress of the Enslaved Peoples of Russia) in Kyiv.
Apart of all that noted above, Çelebicihan lifted the obligation of Crimean Tatar women to wear a veil, which led to a wave of disconent from conservative part of populatoin.
At the Congress, he declared and advocated for the equality of all nations that live in Crimea: "Our mission is to create a state like Switzerland. Nations of Crimea are a beautiful bouquet, and every nation needs equal rights and conditions, because we are to walk side by side."
It is thanks to Çelebicihan that a women's gymnasium (a school) and technical school were opened in Simferopol (Aqmescit), that a Pedagogic Institute based on Zıncırlı medrese was opened, and that there were established short-term advanced training courses for teachers.
In addtion, he was a writer and a poet, one of his most known works is "A Prayer for Swallows", and his poem-pledge Ant Etkenmen is now a national anthem of all Crimean Tatars.
You can find the lyrics and a modern translation today in the Kitap Qalesi publication
Listen to it here:
Bolsheviks seizing power endangered the existence of Crimean People Republic.
January 4, 1918, Çelebicihan took initiative to rsign from the positions of leadership.
Due to attempts to negotiate with Bolsheviks about the cessation of armed struggle in Crimea, on January 18, 1918, they took over the government in Simferopol (Aqmescit), arrested Çelebicihan and transported him to Sevastopol (Aqyar) in an airplane. February 23, 1918, he was shot in the city prison.
This is not the full list of what Çelebicihan has become famous for, in a fairly short time. He wrote poetry, published papers, organized an underground society for Crimean Tatar youth in İstanbul, there were also other changes that were introduced in the Republic."
A longer text is to come, and the author plans to publish it on her blog on Drukarnia. It already has an awesome post on where to learn Crimean Tatar language. And while it's in Ukrainian, most browsers, whether on mobile or PC, support auto translation. I translated this thread just because twitter makes it really tedious to read threads in other languages. So like. Subscribe and support the author!
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