NEWS CENTER –
The poet says: “Every death is an early death”. This phrase, which has a very great depth of meaning, is used not only as an image. We have received the sad news that we have lost another comrade like you in the unprecedented and breathless resistance to our freedom revolution that has now lasted for half a century. Your departure was indeed very early and quite inopportune. To whom, how and in what way can we now explain this departure, Kasım heval…
What didn’t you put into your freedom struggle that you joined in the mid 80’s, Kasım heval? It is easy to say that not every militant is destined to advance uninterruptedly and without stumbling for 35 years and “belong to those who have stabbed treachery like a dagger in the chest”, Kasım heval… Like the Engins, Zilans, Adils, Nudas and many successors, it is our only dream to create a ball of love in everyone’s hearts. With your revolutionary and combative personality, your energy that is an example to everyone and your hyperactivity full of madness, you reached this greatness before all of us and became a masterpiece in your quest to become a heval of Rêber APO, the monument of truth and the union of all values,
As a result of a brutal attack, Kasım heval, you were one of those who didn’t deserve such early martyrdom and article as every heart that became immortal. You managed to be one of the most mischievous fighters among comrades, who managed to be “first among equals” by blending Rêber APO philosophy with his own unique humble attitude, Kasım heval…
You have adopted the tenet “A Heval is he who touches the forehead of his Hevals to the stars” as one of your fundamental maxims. Like many of your Hevals whose foreheads touched the stars because they became stars, you have now reached the stars and become a star yourself, Kasım heval… As I told you in our last conversation, believe me, we don’t have ‘almond eyes ‘because the blind died, or bald, because the bald died’. “You said it should be and it is, but you said write it down.” Behold, that has been shown once again in your simple and plain truth. You are so warm and clear-sighted. Although it pains me to write you this truth on your behalf, I am still happy to write to you, Kasım heval…
Speaking of writing, I wrote you a little note asking you why I wanted to pick up a pen and write. The day I got the news that you were immortalized I wanted to reclaim my note and share what I wrote to you with everyone. I want to share it as it is because it’s mine and I don’t mind:
“Hello Heval Kasım,
I convey my infinite greetings, love and respect with the mountain-scented sincerity, infinite depth and warm heart of Hevaltî.
These days I’ve felt a sad discomfort in the jewel under my left breast. To banish these senseless and uninvited shivers, I wanted to take up pen and write and be a Mêvan to the heart of the Hevals. When dreams that end in pain take me deep into deep dreams, I can’t help but say, heyhat, what’s the matter with you? On May 27th I asked the Hevals for a memorial and left in tears. Although I’ve experienced it a few times, I’ve learned once again that leaving the Hevals you’ve stuck with for a long time isn’t that easy.
In such moments I give myself to writing. I want to write and banish my gloomy and gloomy mood that has become a spiral of silence. Writing often becomes the cheekiest nuisance in my pen. My mood takes the form of still and languid silence, giving way to settled stares that are heartbreaking yet unyielding…
In my rush to regain the strength to control my dwindling melancholy eyes, I engage in evasive writing. I say and say while my mute tongue dries my palate. In my saddlebag where multiple realities are not equal to one truth, I burn and twist, yet the pain remains in my outpouring. My brain, loaded to honey the pain, can’t ease my pain and that’s the main reason I cling to writing. I would like to tell these ominous dreams to the Hevals who has “snowed on his dreams”, but my hand can no longer reach the shore, the boat, the raft in the sea of dreams…
I am making this brief visit to you from the mountains of Kurdistan where I am. These mountains continue to be the city that screams where all are silent. And I continue to feel that to the marrow of my bones. I continue to strive to keep these mountains alive in my cells, even at the cost of leaving a creamy taste on my tongue. I wish you could be here and I wouldn’t risk it all to see you and all of you now… I extend my regards and respect to all your hevals with my infinite love and unfailing comradely sincerity…”
Source: Raperina Gel
