The most beautiful word that could describe Guerrilla Mazlum Cudi was "labor". In everything. He grew up giving labor in comradeship, war, life and himself. 

He was a guerrilla who did not lose the value of labor and the belief that personality would be knitted with labor.

Guerrilla Mazlum Cudi fell martyr during the most intense war periods of Battle of Heftanin. He was one of the guerrillas who hit the invading Turkish army from 8 different fronts on 8 August in Pîrbila.

I met guerrilla Mazlum at the end of a long march in 2017 and we continued our march from Dola Beraza. It was then that I understood why the field of Heftan is called "heft color Heftanin" (“seven colours of Heftanin”). Nowhere was autumn this beautiful. We reached the summit of Xantur with this beauty. Guerrilla Mazlum was showing us everywhere. It is a very high hill, when you climb to the top you can see Deşta Hezex from Bakurê Kurdistan; Qereçox from Rojavayê Kurdistan; You will see Cudi, Garê and many more places. Xantur reaches the Northern lands. When you climb to the top, everywhere is under your feet, the higher the whole Heftanin. You will see three parts of Kurdistan. You will satisfy your longing.

He was pointing everywhere with his finger. He was taking him all over. S. Cigeri, Ş. Sipan, Summit, Download, Ş. Berxwedan; He was living again by telling and feeling the story of all of them.

In Xantur he carried snow until his fingers turned black to bring water to his friends in difficult winter conditions; he melted the snow and accumulated water; he picked all the good flowers that opened in spring because they were useful and said "friends should not be sick, they should drink them"; when no food was eaten, he immediately ran to make mirtoxe; when everyone was depressed, he suddenly laughed, hugged his comrades and said “ma çawa çêbû” and made everyone laugh; when he saw a tired comrade, he immediately ran in front of him and helped.

For all this, the best word to describe him is "labor". In everything: He grew up giving labor in comradeship, war, life and himself.

If you ask how a guerrilla came into being through labor, I would say, look at the photograph of Mazlum Cudi. Because he was a guerrilla who did not lose the value of labor and the belief that personality would be knitted with labor. Guerrilla Mazlum depended on three things: Revolutionarism was the hardest and most honourable thing; how labor changes and transforms people; Cudi and Kurdistan where the forced borders are shattered.

Mazlum Cudi (Milad Kobadi) was born in 1994 in Kamyaran. When I watched a video of him, I realized how united guerrilla Mazlum in spirit and Milad in life. He had arrived in the mountains of Kurdistan in 2012 and became immortal in Cenga Heftanin in 2020.