NEWS CENTER – “I want to capture the moment when the revolution happens.” Jiyan Amargî, the traveler of this dream, was martyred in Herekol in 2022. Turning to Botan to realize this dream, Jiyan spoke of her longing for every mountain she saw and every guerilla she met. And that longing made her string up sentences one after another.
“It took a long time, but I got clarity in a dream or thought. I want to capture the moment of our revolution. I want to shoot and write about the moments when our Leader met with his people. That’s why I want to live. Until then, I must live no matter what. I know it won’t take long. There is little time left until our meeting with the leadership. Until then, I must live no matter what. I will not die, I must not die, without seeing the Leader, without telling him that I am devoted to him until the last moment of my life, and seeing the smiling pupils added to his sharp gaze. Probably the only thing I personally want for myself in this life is to be able to see the Leader freely. This is actually the individual will of the general. That is what we all want. The will of those who are thirsty for freedom and the passengers who are close to catch water…”
She stepped on the path where Hali Dağ walked. She listened to his soul under the trees where she was resting in the shade of Arjin Amed, saw and loved the guerrilla Hebûn, she drew the mountain ranges that Cesur Roboski took, and recorded them in history. From the Khalils to the Arjins, Jiyan became the follower and promoter of a great wave of truth. She became a follower of many martyrs who handed over the flag of her dreams to her comrades. Writer to some, journalist to others, guerrilla to others. She was a revolutionary with all her soul. Jiyan became the voice, ear, eye and heart of the victorious guerrilla fighting for freedom in the mountains. Jiyan became the voice of the guerrilla resisting in Botan, in the most inaccessible conditions, during the most difficult processes, when the invaders said “the guerrilla is over”. Full of life like its name, excited to life, it became the name of life in Kurdish.
A time passed,s he opened Herekol’s doors to us and brought us together with the guerrilla. A time passed, during the occupation operation of Cûdî, she bravely marched to the conflict areas and recorded many actions with her camera. A time passed, it brought us the voice of the guerrilla resisting the invaders under the snow in Kato. A time passed, we listened to songs from the voices of the guerrilla with the images she took from Besta. We learned the courage of Ronî, who was martyred by resisting in Kela Memê. Jiyan always based on walking, without even looking back. She always marched to meet all the guerrillas in Botan without turning back. With every guerrilla she reached, she became a little more revolutionary, with every guerrilla smile she drew, she got a little closer to freedom. She wrote and wrote the stories of many guerrillas without even calculating when I would reach them. She brought us together with many guerrilla stories that life touched her. Thanks to her camera, we collided with the eyes of many guerrillas who had gone through the fate of life and their deaths. We witnessed the beauty of Diren from her camera. We heard the beautiful voice of Nûda from her microphone.
Thanks to her pen, we learned about Vejîn’s life story and her resistance in self-renewal. From her camera and narrations, we watched and saw Êriş’s warmth, Harun’s honest stance, and perhaps the most beautiful, Nûjin’s aunt with all her spirit, enthusiasm and morale. Thanks to hier resistance stance, we have increased the guerrilla in our hearts. Jiyan was in love with life and expressed her love for life in her diary:
“When I think of the life I’m in, I’m so attached! I can’t even think of thoughts that make me think of a life without mountains, friends and struggle. This is not an exaggeration, it is the truth. It’s my life. Sometimes I think I’m not in the mountain life and it doesn’t come later. The next is probably death for me. An honorable death. However, I remember the first time I came. Although I was extremely determined in the PKK struggle, when I first came to the mountain, I was wondering how I would spend a year, let alone a lifetime here. Life, in all its dimensions, seemed wild to me. Or was I the wild one. Yes, I was definitely the one who was left wild in nature. And this strangeness was over in a short time like a month. In a very short time after joining, I got so used to this mountain life,
In this lifetime you first learn to walk. While walking, you read the soul of the soil you step on, the tree-flower you see, the rocks you lean on, the water you drink. You reach the secret of the friendship you gave shoulder to shoulder in the battlefield, where each of them came from other worlds. As you live, you find yourself.”
Jiyan, to all the difficulties, troubles, and almost all of the ambush and surprises that life puts on her; She named it “Everything for a better life” and recorded it in her diary. In her diary, she expressed her feelings, devotion and belief towards the guerrillas. From her diary, we witnessed the admiration she felt for the guerrilla, the questioning of her own revolutionary stance, and the clash of many emotions that predominated in the dialectic of death and life.
Jiyan Amargi recorded in her diary;
“As we come to the end of our camp, which requires a high pace of participation, I can say that this camp was instructive for me in many ways. A camp full of lessons at every moment. I worked and concentrated. I certainly didn’t let anyone get in the way of anyone. The peace of work, the concentration of peace… I can say that the camp was productive for me in every respect. I have made many valuable friends here. I got a lot of support. All of them were supportive, including Diljîn as a friend. Maybe it was a life morale and motivation in addition to the strength I got from the Leadership and the organization. Life is comradely beautiful.
My only concern is what I will do if the operation comes out. Actually, I have two bombs. One for the sure enemy and the other for me and the enemy. I will definitely detonate that bomb on myself and the enemy if I am conscious and if my fingers are strong and conditions permit. There is no such thing as going to the next world without an enemy. While I have touched on these issues, I would like to mention a point that I have wanted to write for a long time, but never dared to write. We are guerrillas and you never know where or when death will come. We could die at any moment by a bitch bullet or a despicable cauldron or rocket. This is the rule of war. We are always prepared for the death that will make us live.”
This is what Jiyan Amargi said, and she wrote her diary with this awareness and awareness. She lived as she wrote and died as a martyr. Jiyan was martyred in an invasion operation launched in the Herekol area. Hundreds of stories that need to be known have left the saga of hundreds of valiant heroes that need to be known. Jiyan left herself to us. That is, her life. “To die is simple,” said Jiyan Amargi. Hands and eyes meeting freedom to your heart; She made her say “it’s simple to die” and mentioned a fact of the case she was walking on.
“Despite all directions, it is a struggle for survival to protect our homeland from cowardly attacks. Dying is simple. You sacrifice your heart to a bullet and leave everything behind. You won’t go with your eyes open because you know this case will end. This case will result in freedom. It will end with the freedom of the Kurds. But something remains inside. Your comrade fighting on the battlefield will never forget. The people who call you ‘my hope’… The Leadership who has devoted everything to this cause… The testaments of the organization and the martyrs… These are the thoughts that command life and lead to resistance at any cost. That’s why he shouldn’t die. That’s why he must live. Roj wê were Kurdistan wê bibe gora pergala capital. Heya wê rojê her bijî gerilayên Kurdistan. Her wê bijî ROJ a me.” (The day will come when the capitalist system will be a graveyard for Kurdistan. Long live Kurdistan guerrillas until that day.
Standing upright as a cause, Herekol took Jiyan to her heart. It became one of the waves that gave spirit to the cause of freedom and blew to Botan…
