My name is Özcan Uysal
My name is Özcan Uysal
My name is Özcan Uysal.
“I won’t be a father for example
Mom, how strange it is to pass away”
Isn’t this how Ahmet Kaya said?
Mum, how strange it is to be unable to turn 19, go to a football match, come home late, be happy and sad.
I used to love Ahmet Kaya, and the herby cheese, smuggled tea as well as the sorrowful songs…
I was recently making some preparations for the wedding ceremony of my uncle who would have married if we had returned from “smuggling”. I was thinking about secretly saying hi to the girls joining the wedding ceremony. I actually tried to do it in many wedding ceremonies before but I couldn’t manage. If you will keep this between us, I can also tell you that I wasn’t in love with anybody.
Love makes you happy in this territory. Being in love means being troubled and keeping away from eating most of the time. I am not unaware that…
Our village will mourn for us, the bright dresses of girls preparing for the wedding will remain unworn, my sisters will shed tears, and it will once again be mourning and raising fatherless children that will fall to the share of the mothers of this territory…
Instead of joining a halay, they will lean their back on a corner and cry, but in front of everybody, what I am saying all women who have been left without their sons and men is;
“Sing your ballad
Desire to do it, you my dear sister
Without crying
Without wearing mourning
In the delight of henna nights
In Lorke, in Govend
In Temiraða” [Quotes from an Ahmet Kaya song]
Give your blessing dear friends. Changing place they call the death…We have changed our place, and besides by being murdered brutally. However, we know martyrs do not die. You will always be inside my mind and feelings.
This may annoy you but I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didn’t kill the justice too…
Doesn’t everyone have the right to justice?
Or,
Should I apologize to the state because it has warted those huge, expensive bombs for killing me,
Should I thank the General Staff for not missing the target and for killing me!?
* Platform for Justice for Roboski publishes the life story of 34 people from the villages of Roboski and Gülyazý who were killed by bombs on 28 December, 2011. These stories which will be published for 34 days are also sent to the offices of President, Prime Minister, Ministry of Justice and Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
“I won’t be a father for example
Mom, how strange it is to pass away”
Isn’t this how Ahmet Kaya said?
Mum, how strange it is to be unable to turn 19, go to a football match, come home late, be happy and sad.
I used to love Ahmet Kaya, and the herby cheese, smuggled tea as well as the sorrowful songs…
I was recently making some preparations for the wedding ceremony of my uncle who would have married if we had returned from “smuggling”. I was thinking about secretly saying hi to the girls joining the wedding ceremony. I actually tried to do it in many wedding ceremonies before but I couldn’t manage. If you will keep this between us, I can also tell you that I wasn’t in love with anybody.
Love makes you happy in this territory. Being in love means being troubled and keeping away from eating most of the time. I am not unaware that…
Our village will mourn for us, the bright dresses of girls preparing for the wedding will remain unworn, my sisters will shed tears, and it will once again be mourning and raising fatherless children that will fall to the share of the mothers of this territory…
Instead of joining a halay, they will lean their back on a corner and cry, but in front of everybody, what I am saying all women who have been left without their sons and men is;
“Sing your ballad
Desire to do it, you my dear sister
Without crying
Without wearing mourning
In the delight of henna nights
In Lorke, in Govend
In Temiraða” [Quotes from an Ahmet Kaya song]
Give your blessing dear friends. Changing place they call the death…We have changed our place, and besides by being murdered brutally. However, we know martyrs do not die. You will always be inside my mind and feelings.
This may annoy you but I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didn’t kill the justice too…
Doesn’t everyone have the right to justice?
Or,
Should I apologize to the state because it has warted those huge, expensive bombs for killing me,
Should I thank the General Staff for not missing the target and for killing me!?
* Platform for Justice for Roboski publishes the life story of 34 people from the villages of Roboski and Gülyazý who were killed by bombs on 28 December, 2011. These stories which will be published for 34 days are also sent to the offices of President, Prime Minister, Ministry of Justice and Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
