You were the true child of Botan, you the noble daughter of Botan.
In our liberation struggle, Botan fired the first bullet against colonialism, co-operation and betrayal. Its mountains are a place of freedom. Botan is the place of resistance, of freedom in Kurdish history. The PKK became the heart of the fight for freedom.
In this area where the games of the cunning system have never ceased, the protection of Kurdish roots with resistance has become the truth that people of the region have not given up throughout history. Botan has created legends, heroes.
You, beautiful comrade; became the simplest, most rebellious truth of resistance by not falling into the traps of enemy reaction. You, without being in search of unfathomable dreams, fell into searches after breathing in the air of freedom at a young age. You wanted to fly, to have wings, to be a militant of the holy struggle in free mountains.
I never forget you, the days when we travelled to the country you belonged and the mountains. You were flying like a butterfly and you were flapping your wings. You got into a thrill, a flow of excitement. You wanted to reach the sacred places as soon as possible. You were going to fight, to militancy, to liberation. You were full of enthusiasm like a lover. That sincerity on your face, your smiling eyes, the assertive stance; were influencing us, all the comrades next to you.
It’s difficult to explain you, my comrade with a small age but a big heart. I also passed by the path you walked, after a short time. Your name was mentioned frequently in the conversations of friends.
Throughout all the processes you stepped into in childhood and youth, you were always the one loved the most. You had a respectable place in the area you lived in. You were a friend everyone loved. I was wondering who the Nucan was, always spoken by friends, was. Who was the comrade who left such a deep mark in the hearts of these comrades? I really wanted to know my comrade who was spoken of with so much love.
I was not surprised when I found out who this girl from Şırnak was. I knew you, I had guessed that this beautiful essence of my comrade who was beloved in the house, the area she lived in, had grown even more in the ranks of the freedom struggle. She had walked in the footsteps of the goddesses who had made their way to freedom.
They were waiting for you, the goddesses who sat on their thrones. You walked in the Zagros Mountains. You were touched by Zagros. In the midst of the beauty of Zagros, you composed the life which felt like poetry and folk songs.
I was running forward to catch up with you and embrace you. I was eager to see the Nucan I knew, in the land of the goddesses. We had sent her to the mountains. We listened to her heartbeats that day. Once more, I wanted to embrace my young, beautiful companion.
I walked towards you. I was excited, I quickly crossed the mountains and came to you, But I did not know that you would leave us early like this. You left us in a season I never expected. You were born and lived in a butterfly delicacy, you lived and then said goodbye to us. I have hidden a lot of things to say in my heart.
I was going to share with you my longings I had hidden in my heart. We were going to laugh, be overjoyed with you. Like many longings, I will live the dream of seeing you by burying it in my heart
… I will live for your longing, carrying you in my heart. You wrote songs, by repeating my oath to deem your songs immortal, I commemorate all the world’s revolutionary martyrs under your name.
Lorin Andok
Code Name: Nucan Nurhak
Name Surname: Hafiye Bilgi
Date and Place of Martyrdom: April 15, 2008, during the air attack in Zagros.
HPG Press Centre
