“FROZEN TEARS”
He is born into an Azerbaijani family attached to its culture and grows up in the neighborhood of Kurds. He is a young man with awareness and understanding.
Eyes are awake before the spread-out skies and the homelessness of the stars. Waves of grief pass over one another. The pen is mute between the fingers, tears frozen in the eyes, thoughts striking against one another. Who will speak of you? With which words? With which pens, on which notebooks will you be drawn? Thought is lost in the lightlessness of night; in the silence of night it waits for a revolutionary song.
“A Piece from Urmiye”
When he reaches the spring of his life, many systems and practices of the Iranian regime become meaningless to him. At first he is in efforts to be able to become an answer to this. But he sees Iran's anti-human policy and seeks the solution on other paths. Because Kurds also live where he was born and raised, he had heard, even if only a little, the name of the Kurdistan Freedom Guerrilla and President Apo. After carrying out some research, he is influenced by President Apo's thought and philosophy; in 2006 he makes his decision to join and, through Urmiye, becomes part of the cause of the peoples led by the Apocu movement.
“The Arrow of Your Bow Makes the Life of Foes Helpless”
Your name is woven into thoughts like a searing memory. From the radiance of your eyes and the melody of your smile, the order of life is spun. The arrow of your bow makes the life of foes helpless. They watch you in astonishment whenever a smile becomes a guest on your face. Yet no host welcomes smiles and joys as you do.
Erdal Dogan, that is, Nasir Ebbasi, after crossing into the mountains, joins guerrilla work in the most difficult regions of the Zagros. Like the Zagros, he too becomes a personality with a great and firm will. Just as he first receives his training in this region, he also experiences incomparable comradeship there. Although there is no one from his own nation in the region where he carries out practice, guerrilla Erdal never feels like a stranger; he sees himself as a true child of the revolution and acts with responsibility in every matter.
“Now He Is of the Zagros”
In Carcela he becomes a companion of Kurdistan's nature; he becomes the bullet on the enemy's chest, the dreams and imaginings of the children of Zagros. He leads many works and becomes a commander of the time. He measures every span of Carcela's soil with the shoe of revolution and leaves his trace there. He takes his place in many actions and frightens the enemy with his presence. He becomes deeply attached to the Zagros and remains in that area until the end; he too becomes a child of the Zagros.
“The Partridges of Hope Fly”
In the horizons of hanged gazes, he raised the rainbow. He drove it before him and cut through the waves of distant islands. On the soil wounded by the traces of foes, he flew the partridges of hope and wrapped the wound with his blood. He mounted the rain so that the dew of oppression would not fall.
In the spring of 2017, while still in the spring of his life, in Carcela, while on duty, he reaches martyrdom because of the cold. But he does not say farewell; with his martyrdom he opens a new page and adorns the historical notebook of revolutionaries. He makes his spirit eternal upon the Zagros and becomes a soul for souls.