“LOST STORIES”
Nameless children are born in faithless countries.
When stories were being lost on the wings of love and nameless children were being born in a faithless time, death became a mill in evenings without a cry for help, and exhausted moans disappeared in deep valleys. When unadorned dreams hung in the darkness of nights without radiance, and laments, the songs sung over the dead, dripped from eyes without kohl, at that moment mourning and sorrow came to heartless ears. The time of Egîds and Zîlans was arriving now. From every part of Kurdistan, young women and men adorned themselves with weapons and equipment and walked toward the sun...
“Commander of the Poor Stars”
Dilxwaz Germiyan opens his fearless eyes to life in the district of Rizgarî in the Germiyan region. He grows up within the Caf tribe and becomes a person of culture. At a young age he hears of the action of the great vanguard Viyan Soran and is influenced by it. His search begins at that very young age.
Dilxwaz's eyes are always awake in the spread-out skies; his claws, in the homelessness of the stars, embrace the measure of freedom. When the stars are silent like poor soldiers and do not praise the moon, Dilxwaz commands them. The radiance of Dilxwaz's eyes is a boundless revolution, and his soldiers are hunters of the occupiers.
“The Sapling of Bravery”
Dilxwaz carries out work for a time in youth activities and gains experience in many matters. Later, in 2018, he turns his face to the mountains and joins the freedom guerrillas in Qendîl. After two years in Qendîl, Dilxwaz joins practice; in 2020 he enters the Şehîd Mazlûm Dogan Academy to deepen himself further in President Apo's thought. Dilxwaz's participation in the academy with morale and excitement draws the attention of his comrades, and this becomes a reason for Dilxwaz to be loved by friends.
After the flood, a wave struck the shore of the story, and a journey began. It was neither the sound of waves nor a song; it was a tremor. On his journey, he becomes a companion and a support to the children of the same story, the heroes of the same dream, and those waiting for the same day. As if a lightning bolt fell into the breast of calm, he becomes hope for his people. With his journey he gathers freedom from the remnant of love and waters the sapling of courage.
After ideological education, in order to take his place in the war of the Medya Defense Areas, he makes his proposal for this field. His proposal is accepted by the leadership, and he enters the Şehîd Mahîr Military Academy. There, too, he receives training in the sabotage section and becomes an expert saboteur. In order to succeed in the war against occupation, he strengthens himself in every military aspect and acts with discipline, never making concessions on security.
“The Ink of Blood Does Not Run Out”
From the cradle until the beginning of youth, he always hears painful stories. In his country, every account has been written in blood. Tears have now been squeezed from the eyes of the mothers of the land. Late kisses have now suffocated in hungry clocks. All dreams have now remained in the lap of night. Here is another account; it will be written with the ink of blood. Here it is: to attain freedom, struggle must be waged.
In 2022, when the war in Zap grows heavy, Dilxwaz sees himself ready to join the war in the field. He sees himself ready in every matter. When he crosses into Zap, his arrangement takes shape through organizational work. In this way he becomes a support to his comrades in the war trench. But his scrutiny is always on the battlefield. He gives great importance to his work, yet he also makes many proposals in order to cross into Zap.
At the end of 2023, his proposal is accepted and he crosses into the Şehîd Îbrahîm area of Zap. Here he takes the duty of tunnel command upon his shoulders. He leads in many actions and strikes heavy blows against the enemy. After an incomparable resistance, on March 31, 2024, he reaches martyrdom as a result of the occupiers' air attacks.
“The Sleep of Freedom”
When mothers give birth to their beloved ones, they will whisper your names into their ears. May your names resound in all four directions of the country. For seven days and seven nights they will celebrate with the stars on the sacred soil, in Kurdistan. In the sky of the country, the rain of victory will fall. Surely the longings for beautiful days will be completed in the breast of Egîds and Zîlans. Then the martyrs of the land will enter the sleep of freedom with peaceful hearts.