NEWS CENTER – The classical answer in my heart, which has been listening to the words “Let a spring come, let the sun rise…” every day for five months, is “you see me then”. This saying has been said for many years and is among the indispensable classics in the guerrilla environment.
“Spring come, let the sun rise; You see me then.” My brain has been deepening in the meaning of these words, which I hear almost every day in the camp where I am in the camp, which float from mountain to mountain, from language to language. What will happen when spring comes? What about when the sun rises? Why do the owners of these words think that appearing at that moment would have another meaning?
In these days when the mountains of Kurdistan are getting ready for spring, my brain is bombarded with questions by the words of the guerrilla, who constantly tempt me.
THE MOMENT OF THE GUERILLA’S FOOT VOICES
Spring is a symbol of renewal. The festival of resistance and resurrection among the Kurds. The moment of the guerrilla leaving the winter training camps. The rising sun, the protector. The symbol of holiness among the Kurds, who express themselves as children of the sun. As long as the sun shines on the mountains of Kurdistan, the Kurdistan freedom guerrilla will fight, resist and live. “You see me then.”
After the sun rises in the mountains of Kurdistan with the spring, the moment of fighting with the enemy on the battlefield after an in-depth training seen in the winter training camps of the guerrilla. In the words of a presenter in the news bulletins, “dengê lingê gerîla tê (guerrilla footsteps are coming). This is the time. While the guerrilla, who wants to appear in the spring, wants to show his Leader, his party, and his people how spiritually and intellectually he came out of the winter retreat reserved for him, he also wants to convey to his enemy the message that “the elimination of the invasion, occupation and destruction plans that revived during the winter in my absence depends on my existence”.
THE HEART OF THE GUERILLA LIVES SPRING IN WINTER
We are in the underground winter camp at a depth of 10 meters in the Herekol mountains at an altitude of 2962 meters. The snow that has fallen throughout the winter has closed almost all the entrances and exits of our quiche, not only outside, but seeping through every hole it finds. The snow that seeps in is a reflection of the outside air and image. In other words, all the cliffs of Herekol are covered in white from the snow outside. Despite the snowy weather outside, the heart of every guerrilla in the winter camp is spring. The first cemre has already fallen. He whispered in our ears the good news of leaves and flowers, which will be buds ready to burst. Even though the sun is far from the Herekol mountains, it announced its dominance over the Mesopotamian geography that will continue from now on. Even though the season looks winter in the Herekol mountains, the heart of each guerrilla in it is experiencing spring.
A SEPARATE EXCITEMENT HAS GROWED SHINDAR
One of the guerrillas who miss the spring the most, Şîndar has recently been surrounded by a different excitement and rush. He has been preparing for spring for a week. He rushes here and there to complete the missing materials. While he is running, he does not hesitate to put each of his comrades in the women’s squad into action. Shindar, who came from the Southern mountains of Kurdistan to the Northern field last year, is not very good at sewing. His job is just to tell what’s missing and to get the materials needed to make up for that deficiency and bring it to the squad. Afterwards, while Nûdem was telling the project and how it should be done, Rahime had already taken the needle and thread and started to sew what she wanted. While Arîn offers her support whenever she has the opportunity, Zerdeşt, who is an expert in sewing, does not hesitate to lend a helping hand. While his friends struggle for Shindar.
Shindar is eager to understand and immediately participate in the life and warfare of the Northern field. Although he often complains that he is insufficient in expressing his excitement and desire to participate actively and strongly in the war, his mobility in life is the clearest expression of this desire. Having dreams of being a guerrilla in the mountains of Botan from an early age, Botanlı Şîndar is now striving with all his might to be worthy of his party, which realizes these dreams. On the one hand, he concentrates on his health work, which is his branch, on the other hand, he experiences the excitement of being mentally and physically ready for the warmest areas of war.
Guerrilla Shindar, who relentlessly repeats the words “Let spring come, let the sun rise, see me then” every day, is now preparing for spring activities. I don’t think any force can hold him back.
*One of Jiyan Amargî’s writings before he was martyred.
