Seyit Evran lived his life so quickly, so meaningfully and fully, as if it fit in a moment, and he imprinted every moment of this flow of life on his heart.

Heval Seyit was a tireless traveler on a long journey. It was his philosophy in life to write about his comrades, to share his great experience and knowledge. He did not limit himself to saying goodbye to his comrades. As long as he breathed, he wrote down their life and his memories and spoke about them with all his heart. The goal of his life and his struggle was to leave this to the following generations.

He told with great love each new comrade who joined the press work about the conditions under which the free press had developed to its current status, and he spoke about how all his fallen journalist comrades of the free press live on with his work. Letting Seyit Evran continue to live is not a debt, but the duty of each of his comrades, each person from Kurdistan.

His name rang constantly in our ears. Shehîd Hozan (Fallen on 8 June 2020) constantly spoke about Heval Seyit. Even the twinkle in his eyes was enough to make him want to meet Heval Seyit.

Heval Seyit became the legs of his disabled friend Hozan after he lost his legs in battle. He didn't just carry the burden of Hozan's body. He made his heartbeat his own, shared his joy, so that Hozan lived with him as if they had lived together for a lifetime. And Hozan was just one of those people. There were hundreds of thousands more Hozans for Heval Seyit.

I didn't have the opportunity to meet him back then. We met for the first time in 2021. At that moment, I realized once again that it is not the number of people that matters, but how important it is to make a difference in this society. Heval Seyit was one of these powerful people.

He walked back and forth between a dozen chairs and spoke to each of the comrades. All day long he ran from one place to another without stopping.

He was courageous in his analysis and served the fight with conviction and dedication. He was stubborn. He not only listened and evaluated, but also captured every moment with his camera. He rushed from one place to another as if the moments he wanted to capture for history were slipping between his fingers.

He lived consciously, as if time were slipping away from him. That's what he was: a tireless revolutionary who faced every task without calling it big or small, a comrade who ran a real race in search of the truth. He taught through his practice, that is, he was not content with explaining something but was right in the middle of it. Above all, the Kurdish freedom fighter Seyit Evran taught people to open their hearts.

We agreed that we would work together. "The life stories of each of our comrades, our patriotic people, are too numerous to put into one novel. Sometimes you write and I take photos with my camera; sometimes you take photos and I write," that was our idea. But the conditions were not favorable, we couldn't do it.

Your departure was sudden and untimely, but you showed everyone the truth about the war in the mountains and in the cities with your pen. We will continue to follow this epic on the path you have enlightened us. Your words – "Sometimes our pen replaces our weapon, sometimes our weapon replaces everything" – will be our guide.

And like you said, we will continue with your love.