As we approach 25 November, international struggle against violence against women day, we increasingly search for any space in our lives where we are free. And when we fail to find free spaces in our lives, we search for free spaces in the world. For most young women, this happens to be the mountains of Kurdistan.
A comrade of martyr Sara Dorşîn, Têkoşîn Sozdar, penned a last letter to the young woman. Têkoşîn Sozdar’s last letter to an immortal warrior:
“If I had one more letter to Heval Sara Dorşîn…
If I had one more letter to our beautiful friend, if I had the chance to write a few lines to her again with the certainty that these lines will find her, I would write to her and tell her that I miss her. That she is so alive in me and around me that I can see her in every rain she liked so much. I would write to her that I saw a rainbow the other day, and she came to my mind. She and her incessant struggle against injustice and for free life. For she was as colorful and beautiful as a rainbow in her personality. The bridge between sun and rain. Because that was her. Heval Sara knew how to bring light even in the darkest moments, she knew how to bring a smile to every face and always kept her posture in all her fights.
Her tenacity, calmness and patience to approach things impressed us all. It was not just an attitude, but a charisma, an effect she had on people, which always gave us courage and hope. Heval Sara knew that where there is a will, there will always be a way, and she proved this to me in all her practice. She never missed a thing, the well-being of her friends was always important to her, and she always found the time to live her co-operative spirit in all its splendor. She dragged the surrounding people into the struggle, filled hearts and filled our heads with her thoughtful and philosophical nature.
She never got enough of books, and she never let us know what she had discovered. Heval Sara, our friend Heval Sara, was in love with the struggle for the liberation of women on all levels of her existence and her very existence in this struggle motivated so many people to participate. She herself once said to us and with these words I would like to conclude:
“Sometimes it is the heart that tells the mind what to do. My way into the mountains was the way of answering all my questions, so fighting was only the logical consequence”.
If I had another letter to our beautiful friend, if I had the chance to write a few lines to her again with the certainty that they will find these lines, I would write to her and tell her that she need not worry because we will continue where she has shown us that it is worth fighting.”
NC// Firaz Dag