In his face, he had an expression that was a blend of rage and joy. At the same time, it's calm like the break up of clouds...

His name was Barış (Peace). His mother, longing for her homeland, picked this name for her son to carry out this mission.

He was born and raised in Amed, and it was there that he got to know the party that drew him into the struggle. He once recounted his first interactions with the party as follows:

“When I started school, the paradoxes began. We couldn't speak in our mother tongue. I was coming home, speaking one language, going to school and speaking another... No matter how many times I wanted to join the guerrilla, my friends would always say, 'you are too young’.

However, no matter how young we were, the enemy was torturing us. In fact, it was more aimed at us little ones, torturing us. Why should I put up with the enemy's tortures? How can I continue to exist in a system that is not mine, that does not recognize my presence, and progressively lose myself? With these thoughts in mind, I decided to join the guerrillas...”

HONEST AND COURAGEOUS

While telling of his participation in the guerrilla struggle, he was revealing the realities of the the Kurds and the peoples of Kurdistan in Turkey in the most basic terms, in all their nakedness. The main reason for his participation was his inability to speak the language that reflects his identity and to live in the culture that represents his own existence. Every day, Çiya faced the very truth that this order had to change, and that he had to forge his own path first with his own hands. Çiya was moulded by the boldness, courage, and honesty of youth. His life was touched and shaken by the guerrilla's stance.

HE SAID 'THIS IS THE LIFE I WANT TO LIVE'

He continues: “When they told me about the party, I came. The guerrilla's existence was an expression of my own reality. That was the life I desired. There was discussion of living a righteous, war-won life. The guerrilla's labor in life, the people's approach to the guerrilla, the guerrilla's respect for the people, and the price they paid for the people rendered even death meaningful. Ours is an act of defiance against a whole system. Those who gave their lives so that we could live free, the PKK's ideology, and Leader Öcalan’s years of struggle would leave one indebted.”

The simplest expression of his clarity is “They told me about this party, and I came.” It contains the clearest answer to all of the world's inconsistencies.

HE MARCHED NON-STOP, ATTACHED MORE AND MORE BY TIME

With his military training, Çiya became a professional guerrilla. He stood upright, adding the seriousness, openness, and discipline of the military position to his honest and fearless stance. He moved to the Avaşîn area to obtain practical experience. He wanted to go to the Zagros to witness and learn about the regions, hardships, and heroism that shaped the Zagros guerrilla epic. He did not pause as he walked. He became more connected as he got to know more, and he became more professional as he got more connected. He marched on the enemy without cooling down his vigor or weakening his wrist. He faced the guerrilla's challenges, the harshness of winter, and the coolness of summer.

He had his name written in Avaşin’s Blues

On July 1, 2020, he went on a mission with a group of friends to the Hill Xwedê and Hill Flag area in Avaşîn, one of the places where Zagros lends nature its blues. This was the spot where he could inflict vengeance on his opponent and pay the price. After fighting non-stop, he had his name written in the blues of Avaşîn.