A dairy entry has been extracted from the heroes of the resistance of honour being exhibited in Rojava since the invasion war of the Turkish state.
A small window to the life of a warrior fighting on the frontlines of Rojava:
“Tonight Rojava smells of blood again, it smells of gunpowder and freedom. In our positions, we stand by our guard on the basis of self-defense. There are millions of devotees here who carry a huge heart in their chest. With the light of faith in the eyes of determined, noble people, we say that we will continue to struggle and feed our souls. In the heart of my people’s apocalypse, we are in the middle of this apocalypse. The apocalypse of our country penetrates within us, I am living the combination of all unspoken sacred emotions and pouring it into poems.
Autumn came and stood at our door,
Heavens covered with blackbirds
Yellowed all over the place
Seasonal rains in hand
Now at this time of autumn in Rojava,
Everybody is running from front to front.
Rushing like the final of a marathon
Hearts in palms, covered in blood and sweat
Mongolian herds hit with what is left of Nazi
Here with the personality of a new world, life,
The Revolutionary Tradition is gaining meaning again.
And each sacrificer in the most difficult conditions, with the most scarce means.
If Mazlum Dogan opened a flag against persecution,
If Kemal Pir overcame tyranny,
If there was a historical cry of revenge by Zilan,
If the herds of the exectuioner were buried in Serekaniye by the stouthearted,
Of course, the world will speak of Apocus,
They will respect them,
And, of course, they will respect the Kurdistan sacrificers.
Waiting for a deserved respect,
He sends an armful of greetings to the oppressed people.
Because Apocus are always and everywhere
Living by Che, when he said “Don’t deign yourself for what’s not yours, no matter how expensive it is
And no matter how simple it is, never give up what is yours.”
They don’t reach for the riches of others,
For the happiness in peoples disaster,
They do not seek freedom in the enslavement of others,
They create human values through labor, consciousness and will.
By creating such a will in free citizens,
They want to make a living.
So in order not to leave what belongs to us,
When necessary, they go to die without thinking twice.
As a poet once said;
If I die, I will die in the evening,
A black snow will fall on the city,
The roads will be covered with my heart,
I will see the night coming through my fingers,
Children go to the cinema .. ”
Can Toprak
Kurdistan Strategic Research Center
