We are with the peoples leader, be it with life or be it with blood.
There are different policies surrounding the movements that live and die with the ideology of the peoples leader, Abdullah Ocalan. While the PKK is listed as a terrorist organisation in many countries, the same countries are now allies of the SDF.
While trolls stay combing the web for substantial proof that the two forces are linked, they may as well continue to search. The PKK is always going to create a shield of their own lives to protect the people of Kurdistan. With or without alliance, because it isn’t a name they are resurrecting, it is a population of 40 million.
If you were ever wondering what it means to be part of the notorios PKK, we can tell you what it isnt. It isn’t child-killing, it isn’t beheading or raping. It isn’t looting or lying. It isn’t decieving or even looking at that which is not yours. We speak of the people who have spent years in a garden of a family without touching their fruit trees. We speak of the people who have processed these fruits into jams for the family when they return. We talk about the kind of people who when asked why they did not eat the fruits, reply, “they are the reap of what our people have sown.”
We can talk about many stories of the PKK, about why the Kurdish people trust these guerrillas with their lives. We can tell you about the Kurdish father who, upon being captured, told Turkish soldiers he will only speak if they kill his son. We can describe in detail how the blood-hungry soldiers pulled a handgun and shot the child without blinking twice. What you may not understand is the depth of the fathers words which followed; “it is good you have shot my son, because he is a child and he would have spoken. Now even if you slice me into pieces I will not say a word about the PKK.”
But, surely, this is not the only characteristic of the Army. We can tell you about how these guerrillas are trained to shoot with eyes shut, to live on ideology when physical resources are insufficient. We can tell you about the comrades who have crawled over the mountanous geography of Kurdistan back to PKK bases, covered in blood. And when asked how this is possible, we can quote the hundreds who have said “I have not earned martyrdom yet.”
What you have not realised, though, is that the SDF and PKK are not divisions or branches of eachother. There is no mother organisation. They are one. They are at foundation, people who are tired of simple death. Of waiting for rights to be granted by some measly people in an infant European organisation.
Because Kurdistan is waiting. Because the words of the peoples leader 41 years ago was passed off as wishful thinking by some. When the Leader spoke of a woman-only army to the patriarchial Kurdistan societies, would the fathers who embodied the PKK for national liberation have known that some years down the line their own daughters would become the goddesses of immortality? Could they have foreseen that the guerrillas with no personal belongings other than basic Casio watches would fight a glorious fight against warplanes?
The answers to our questions are not as close, or even as far as we may think. And the results which we seeked could not have been obtained if no one risked to put their hands under the rock.
