Guerrilla Mizgîn Zerya and guerrilla Zana Gevaş ordered themselves to be immortalized through sacrifice. They gave this order and implemented it themselves. On August 20, they returned to the soil to flourish again.

A voice was rising. At the beginning, it was coming from the middle of Piribila, not from the device we stood by with curiosity, its rhythms remained when it rose to the sky. It was coming up to the bottom of a tree as we were away from the intense clashes. “What are you doing, you coward! What are you doing in our beautiful Kurdistan!" came the scream. Black powder painted their faces and eyes black. They were fighting and proceeding in a breathless manner, without ever removing their kefiya, which they tied to their foreheads, never wiping their faces, never lifting their hands from the trigger. The two brave guerrillas marched shoulder to shoulder among the soldiers lost in the black smoke on Piribila. Both in the footsteps of their comrades in Cenga Heftanin, who confirmed the bravery of the PKK and reminded everyone of it.

Zana and Mizgîn; The most beautiful guerrillas in Cenga Heftanin this August. Two guerrillas who could not be defeated in combat. Two guerrillas, who were not defeated by technique nor an army, when howitzers and mortars were launched by warplanes hitting Piribila incessantly. From the beginning of Cenga Heftanin, the invaders were chased out of Piribila with cries of vengeance.

Guerilla Mizgîn and guerrilla Zana. This was the combined power of YJA STAR and HPG. Two bodies blending into one on the way to freedom.

They were born in the sea-like splendour of the sacred water of Van. They were born in the same city and played on different streets. They threw stones of the same land on different streets to the mentality that wanted to destroy Kurdishness. They took the same mountain path and fought shoulder to shoulder in the best season of Heftanin.

Guerrilla Mizgîn Zerya and guerrilla Zana Gevaş fought on August 20 when the invaders wanted to attack the Pîrbila area, without eating, drinking, sleeping, resting, sitting or speaking until their bullets ran out, their bombs ran out, the stones in their hands cracked and the earth slipped from their palms.

They ordered themselves to be immortalized through sacrifice. They gave this order and implemented it themselves. On August 20, they they returned to the soil to flourish again.