NEWS CENTER – Original publication from YPS website, Raperina Gel.
“It was Avzem, the one who pulled the heart pin with the passionate love of the mountains and took his place in the fight. She was Avzem, who made her thoughts deep, her eyes human, her laughter childish. No one could understand how she could fit so many identities into herself.”
I set out to be the mirror of memories with the reality of becoming, which makes time meaningful and rich, so that all time does not stay in my hands and does not flow like water through my palms… I know, this is a time travel that has no wish. In all the rings of time; the most beautiful shades of loyalty, love and freedom accumulated in the features of my comrades with mouthfuls of smiles. In the walk of being able to be a mirror to the memory by keeping the smiles of each of them hidden in the sack of my heart; How beautiful it would be to take shelter under the shadow of a tree and a rock, to remember what I could not forget with fogged eyes, and to sing a song that would describe friendship with concise words.
Black clowns shed
To the red roses to the roses
Ala is staring
to dusty roads
Come, my friend, let’s wander
Pine waists waists…
How beautifully each verse of this song describes the grace of the comrades in the utopia of the fight. Those who postpone their love for spring and add their lives to bring spring…
And our feelings for each other…
There are so many phenomena and realities that cannot be defined and described that in our country’s media, the most beautiful expression of love, love and socialization, companionship and the sanctity attributed to it, give great strength to our search for meaning.
While our culture of comradeship is the most beautiful expression of commitment, it is also the most beautiful name for socialization. Perhaps the most beautiful name of this socialization should be treated as the character of Comrade Avzem, who wants to reflect it in different tones. Like Comrade Avzem, who preserves her noble devotion and belief in fighting to the end and seeks to touch the foreheads of all her comrades to the stars…
Her sole purpose was to be a sea of meaning in the goal of expanding circle of love. Just like, ‘I have duties to expand the circles of love. She took her place in a holy fight, carrying the ideal of Armanc, who said, ‘Attack until all his comrades, all nations, worlds, mountains, stones and waters join the land of the circles of love.’
It was Avzem, the one who pulled the heart pin with the passionate love of the mountains, who took her place in the fight. She was Avzem, who made her thoughts deep, her eyes human, her laughter childish. No one could understand how he could fit so many identities into herself. She witnessed so much joy, joy, laughter, love and affection with her fellow travelers that she only listened to the voice of her heart to immortalize them and kept these moments in her heart.
Now, in the land where you fell into the deserts, you will want to drink water, Awzem… Then you will continue to be a passenger on the road… I know that you are in great hope of meeting your comrades, like meeting Dewreş with the love of being Edule.
You are on your way as if you know that there are big hearts set on fire that will provide great meetings. You knew that you had to feel the fire in your body and turn your body into ashes. Maybe you would have to learn how burning the fire is, maybe you would have to become an icarus bird. Otherwise, how will you re-create yourself, Avzem. Then you would learn that reaching the secret of the Fire would be an expression of progress on the path of perfection.
You now bless with the warmth of Fire, everyone you see as you set off. It is a journey to the sun now, your body, whose fire you recreated from its ashes. You are on a journey against tyrants who want to obscure the presence and light of the sun. That’s right, Awzem; You knew too, do they ever let the sun go dark? Daughters and sons of the sun.
Now you are warming the universe and nature with the fire and the warmth of the sun on your way. Think of being a guest of the day and night, in all our hearts and minds. Mesopotamia becomes light, bright and life, your shy glances.
You tell everyone that the sun, which is the law of re-creation of the Kurd, is the law of freedom and liberation… Then, your love becomes a Snowdrop flower blooming in the hearts of your comrades.
If time has not escaped like an hourglass flowing through your palms, I know you will create a moment when time becomes meaningful, space becomes sacred, and companionship reaches its meaning.
For the sake of the day that will be born tomorrow!
Remember, the circles of life you created among the things you can’t forget. You always wanted to be a Snowdrop, on the banks of the Munzur’s Caglayan rivers, in the Media country of the Sun, which is the creator and protector of a sacred life… Well, Awzem; your noble personality will make you the owner of a life full of holiness, the comrades you leave behind…
Your noble personality will be beautiful enough to be embodied in the woman’s being a free woman. They say that those whose stance is noble will also be noble in their thoughts, speech and behavior. Your noble stance is now an artistic melody that meets the need in the souls of your comrades… You remember, don’t you? My childish comrade. When you asked us to watch the dancing stars in the skies of my country, we thought of separations. Then your voice, which beautifies the streets of resistance, was refreshing our souls. Awzem increased the fighting determination of the warrior knights who put their love on the wings of a swallow.
Now I dream of distant times, Awzem. I both remember and miss the times when you walked on the paths decorated with thin yellow grass, all the details in your eyes, the oak trees in the valleys overlooking Munzur, the time you dreamed of while sipping water at the fountain you arrived at after tiredness, the selfless love that is enough for all your comrades…
Look, we’re all here… Once again, don’t deprive us of your smile.
Come on, my dear comrade, let it be!
It’s the middle of the day, let’s hit the road again… Our feelings are already on the way. You are after the stash of laughter you keep in your bag, even on the most difficult days, and we are after you with our smile points that will respond to your laughter.
The warrior knights, who add a piece of bread to their hopeful bags and love to die for their life, will welcome us with the most infused time of love and fight. A root is waiting to sprout in the sleep of fertile lands to see us. With your laughter and noble stance, it looks like it will try to grow without rain.
Let’s get into the snow. Let’s be the guests of those whose hearts burn with love, freedom and passion. Then, let’s take shelter in the dimples on the faces of the smiling children on the streets of Sur.
All this was prepared on the basis of what you wanted.
However, the farewell air in his eyes frightened us all, and the tears flowing from our eyes seemed to flow down our cheeks, creating a sea of sadness. We felt that you were a happy passenger.
You will go… We know..
Know that we have a tomorrow and a longing that will always grow…
Your comrades, who will always keep their laughter alive, so as not to entrust them yet. You taught your comrades, whom you consider yourself, that working is the most basic expression of freedom, with your courage, self-sacrifice and cold-blooded stance.
As the poet said, “By leaving, you cannot be gone. Your heart stays, your mind stays, your memories stay…”
Here you see it, trying to be a mirror of your memories, the comrades you left behind. You are the cry of women who are looking for their self under all the domination and masculine domination of five thousand years. Now sleep in peace, beautiful comrade.
Your heart will be spring and rain in the sky. Your heart will spread beauty to the earth. Because we are not in the mood to say goodbye to a bouquet. We are with you… You are with us… You are here…
Come on bless us
Blessed be we be you.
Blessed be, let’s be comrades on your way..
Let oak trees be your confidant, comrade Awzem…
