METINA – Three things are forbidden among female guerrillas: “It can’t be, I can’t and I don’t know“. They are so attached to their thoughts as if God appeared to them one night as for Moses, appeared to them at the top of Mount Qandile and announced his message to them. What is the slightest doubt in the validity of your faith? It doesn’t exist either. Female guerillas are women that neither gendarmes, guards nor Talbandis can divide Kurdistan into four parts for them. They wake up from Mount Qandile with the sound of “Good morning friend”, but end their night in the North with “Good morning friend”.
Female guerrillas are the spirit of Qandil, Zap, Zagros and Avashin!
When you see them, you fall in love with them. A lover of repeating events, a lover of parallels, a lover of conversations that begin and end with the same letter. After all, it’s with your hand. It takes over your belief by repeating “friend” like a talisman. If I could summarize it for these few short hours, it would be:
With the first rays of the sun, the voice of friends rings in your ears, no one can be called without the name of friend, but “Heval – friend” is not just a word, it is not just a title; It is truly a recognition given to one by one, even those who make the smallest sacrifice to help them. When they call you friend, do you think about yourself, do you deserve that name? When they call you a friend, warmth, a moment of shame and pride… If you know what a sacred duty a friend is, you will never dare to use that name without being a guerrilla.
Their courage is such that when you look at them, the fear of death does not cost you anymore, and a forest can become a safe bed for a night’s sleep. There is faith and courage in their eyes like a mountain by your side. Even if you look at them and think deeply about them. You want to joke with them, you ask them a question; but instead of thinking how many times, is it normal, am I not crossing the line with them?
You are on your own in all these questions. In all these wide attentions, they suddenly interrupt your mind and call your name. Friends…Friends…Friends…! They change you, rewrite you, build you. I don’t know how people who see guerrillas can return as they came? Without their hearts being shaken, and thousands of questions? Each of them is different. They attract your attention and make you fall in love with their looks and actions. They pull you into their thoughts.
Their persistence in their faith and hard work is the reason that when you see a female guerilla, you don’t want to keep your word without action. When you see a guerilla, you cannot tell their actions and words apart. Because they are so intertwined that it is impossible to separate them. In guerrillas, the last thing people think about is the beauty of the face. It is better to mention only one example in this section. To see you without seeing their face, you fall under the influence of a female guerrilla. The last thing you need is the beauty of their eyes and face.
NC/Dilan Rhabwar
