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YJA Star ‘Tanyas’ that you will want to look back at once you look at
A smile suddenly appeared at the foot of those green mountains. As this smile grew, that pitch-darkness opened up to the light, and the smiles multiplied. The darkness was cracking within these smiles… These smiles are the YJA Star guerrillas, dressed in the spirits of Beritan’s and Tanya’s, in the mountains and on the plain, against the enemies and endless betrayers who have mobilized everything for years to ensure that the pitch darkness does not diminish.
In an unequal war. On the one hand, YJA Star warrior women with beautiful smiles that you will want to look back on again and again, inspired by the resistance women regardless of time and place, on the other hand, the community of ugly people who sit and cry at the slightest force despite the support of all technical, weapons, international, regional and collaborators.
That’s how she defined the war by the strange powers. They could pass through anything and nowhere. So it was not a law of nature, perhaps the war was the memory of the joy of falling. It wasn’t written that way, but perhaps it was engraved just like that, with the wrinkled lips of a shrieking silence measuring time with the shroud of children who have been banished into us. If the green of the Alhambra-scented Lorca had not turned into a Granada crimson, hyacinths would have rubbed off on the hot barrels Avasin and Zap lively laughter on the shores of the waters.
There she appeared, the always lively smile of Binevş Egal with the rose of Kurêjahro, like Tanya, who rose to the stool in company with the executioners of the Nazis when she was only 18 years old. Then another and another… Binevşler, who turned the muzzle of fear to its owner with their smiles…
Then, there was no shortage of women warriors with beautiful smiles Sara’s, Leyla’s, Delaler’s, Arjin’s, Nuda’s, Zilan’s, Beritan’s, Bêrivan’s, Leyla Qasimlolar, Tanya’s… This is what it was like to be a nuisance to the executioners who flocked to them. Even though time passes and the place changes, the executioners take on the same image because they feel the same… The same fear… The executioner of the Nazis who tortured Tanya, who was only 18, and those who want to break the laughter of the Binevş people have the same feelings and fears.
Binevsh and Tanya
It was January of 1942… These days… Moscow was freezing. The wind was blowing so cold that even death felt cold… A funeral ceremony near Moscow. An 18-year-old young woman was buried… quietly. Her young body was covered with icy earth. On the board at the head of the tomb was written: Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. Born 1923 Died 1941. Who was this Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya? Why was she dead? Zoya means “life”. She was born in 1923. She was the daughter of an educated family in Russia. Her father was a librarian and her mother was a teacher. She had grown up with books. As early as 15, she had read Pushkin, Tolstoy, Cervantes, Goethe, Shakespeare, and listened to Beethoven and Tchaikovsky. On the 16th, she joined the “Komsomol”, the youth organization of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. It was June of 1941. Nazi Germany had attacked Russia. Every day a new place was occupied. Zoya had just turned 18, she had voluntarily enlisted in the military. Her mother was against it. But she didn’t listen…
“What else can we do with the enemy so close?” she said.
After a short arms training, she joined Partizan. Her code name was Tanya. She had her hair cut. She thought it was a man who saw it. Her mission was to raid Nazis in occupied villages around Moscow. The date was November 25, 1941. Tanya was going to raid Petrischevo, where the German cavalry regiment had its headquarters. She sneaked into the village. She set fire to horse stables and Russian homes. She was caught right on the tip of a Russian collaborator who was about to leave. She turned out to be a woman when her clothes were taken off. The Nazis tortured and raped her throughout the night. They asked her questions about her comrades, she said “I don’t know”. They asked again. She said “I won’t tell.” She didn’t give a secret. She just said her code name… Tanya… The Nazis went crazy.
Torture and rape continued until morning. The next day they walked Tanya on the snow. Her entire body was livid from the torture. They set up the narrow tree in the village square. Two pasta boxes, tether with oil and executioner. Tanya laughed as she climbed onto the stool. Urgan shouted to his compatriots who were watching him without being caught around her neck…
“Comrades, why are you so sad? I am not afraid to die, I am happy to die for my people”
Then she turned to the Nazi soldiers…
“You are going to hang me, but I am not the only one. There are more than 200 million of us, you can’t hang us all. My comrades will avenge my death. Germans, surrender before it is too late. Victory is ours.”
The executioner pulled up the stool. Tanya died at the end of the rope at 18. As a warning, the Nazis kept Tanya’s lifeless body hanging on the gallows for weeks. For nearly two months, every Nazi soldier who passed in front of him buttocked and kicked the lifeless body. In the cold air the body did not rot, but became bruised and swollen.
Here is Binevş Egal! Binevş Egal, named after Bêrîvan, or Binevş Agal, who woke up a sleeping people in Cizîr, the heart of Botan, with their stance, resistance and struggle. On the way she joined the guerrilla when she was only 18, her burden on her back, the gun she took from her comrade and her smile, and all kinds of war crimes with weapons, were crying out of desperation. All kinds of bombs were dropped with all their ambitions. It didn’t happen, the betrayer-collaborators began to strike from the land. But she had read Bêrivan (Binevş Egal), Sarya’s, Zilan’s and Tanya well and knew how to make the enemy helpless. And she was laughing. She laughed at the weakness of the enemy. And she had something to say to the enemy. Then she remembered Tanya, whom she had read. What did he say;
“I am not afraid to die! I am happy to die for my people… You may kill me now, but I am not alone. We are millions of people.”
Then her smiling comrades gathered around and said to each other, ‘Think of Binevsh’s smile when attacking the enemy’. A thousand greetings to his people and to those who lost their lives in the way they believed.
Militant Rehat
Source: Kurdistan Center for Strategic Studies
