Exclusive: “Atakan was a universe”


“There is nothing as difficult as describing comrade Atakan. Atakan was a universe. Just as the human brain has still not reached the capacity to explain all the secrets of the universe, Atakan cannot be explained. And all explanations are incomplete when they are made. This text will also not tread the insufficiency between word and feeling.

We know that no matter how much comrade Atakan is explained, there will definitely something mysterious missing. But I think that whether we can explain our greatest values ​​sufficiently or not, not speaking of them in this way leads to not claiming the values ​​enough.

Let’s explain as much as we can. We must write about his worth, personality, and the values ​​he represents. We must share his life with the survivors and future generations in order for the dreams of these great personalities to be carried to success. If we talk about him and live according to the values ​​he represents, then we can be worthy of him. And then they will sleep at ease in the lap of the mother mountains. So…

Atakan was born in Maraş’s Elbistan district, where he lived early in his childhood. He went to school here and then migrated to Izmir due to the suffocating oppression of Turkish fascism, and he spent the rest of his civilian life there, far from his favorite lands.

While doing this, Atakan never and never forgets his Kurdishness, Alevism and humanity. He always lived according to the values ​​which he was brought up with in the deepest part of his brain and heart, and dreamed of reviving such a life -but different to what you might imagine.

He forgets neither his origin, nor his values, nor the land he was born on. From within, he rejects the situation of his country and when he reaches a certain age, he meets the movement of Leader APO, which fights and grows to stop this upside-down system, and realizes that the only thing that will break this curse is the movement represented by this great person.

Without wasting time, in 1993, Atakan joins the guerrilla in Dersim. There he experiences difficulty, hunger, war, enemy, companionship, warriorship and command for the first time.

With his intelligence, assertiveness, and gaining the love of his comrades, he is deemed appropriate to be brought to the areas under the direct observation of the Leadership. He fights in Erzurum, Amed, Garzan, Botan and Zap, starting from Dersim.

Towards the end of 95′, he stayed with the leadership for nearly six months, then came back to the north and again headed to Dersim, where he first met the guerrilla, with great love, courage and hope. He loved Dersim with his whole heart. Dersim had become a part of him, he loved Dersim as much as he loved every other part of his country, region, people, nature, rivers, stones and land, and even gave his life for it.

He was dying and resurrecting every second. He died maybe ten times a day and revived himself again for these values ​​he loves. Without this love, could a person die and revive every hour, every day, under these most unbearable conditions, could he educate himself by overlooking death. Could he have deepened himself in the paradigm of the Leader, develop and relove his old comrades and new, young comrades?

Could one come to the south for the second time and throw themselves carelessly with the deepest consciousness and responsibility in to every duty? It is impossible that one could throw themselves to the front lines at such an age, and even insist on going to the black sea. Despite all the attacks of the enemy, he still went back to Dersim.

He loved every stone of Dersim, its flowers, its water, its deers, its plant, and its countryside and its humans as a whole and he fought for it. He wanted to defeat and bury the most brutal of the enemies that had come and gone into the ground.

Throughout the six years we were together, he always worked for this cause, his hair was grey, he was forty, he was tough. He loved those young people, especially the slightly overweight and chubby friends. Laughter and smiles would never be absent, even for a moment, from his face. His joy was the joy of all of us. He was young with the young, old with the old, warrior with the warriors, and commander with the commanders.

He would take the teapot and make tea, he would take a plate and bring food, he would dig hiding spaces with a pickaxe, he would go exploring and glaring, approaching his comrades with affection. He would read, study, research, and share his research with his comrades carelessly.

He was never able to sit still even for a moment, he thought about every issue, he tried to solve it, when a problem occurred, he tried to solve it in the most optimal way and he was always right. He was both a sociologist, a historian, a philosopher, a military commander, a diplomat, a writer and an educator. He was a rare commander and comrade who developed among Kurdish children.

We all have to work day and night and fulfill his wishes, to realize and grow the dreams of this great person. We can only be worthy of these comrades as much as we fulfill these duties. They don’t die that way, they live forever.”

Deman F