A ledge of many tales

The cold rock seemed to want to tell me silently: "I am not just a random stone. Do not look at me that way. Come closer and let me tell you about myself and those whom I cradled in my arms."

What is the first thing you see in this picture? A ledge only? Or a ledge on which some guerrillas are sitting?

The rock seemed to shake his head. "No, I am not only a simple ledge", it conveyed. "Do not regard me as such. Come here and sit down and allow me to introduce myself and tell you about those who lived in my embracement...

In these free zones, everything comes into life with the power of being folded in meaning, as everything comes to blossom where meaning is unfurled.Those who are deprived of the ability to give meaning to things will never be able to grasp the true core of their own lives in all aspects, particularly when it comes to the immaterial and spiritual facet. The ability of allocating meaning is without a doubt directly connected with the established and generally accepted values, with the history of the respective subject and with those aspects of it which led and still lead to its formation in consideration of the difficulties and hardship enmeshed in. And even human's conscience is drawing its source from equipping things with a meaning.

With comrade Şiyar, Dilşêr and Baweran we filled our lungs with the air of life.

For a couple of days now and moment for moment we weaved the net of a free life and discussed for ours about a future in freedom's clasp...

Whom do you want me to talk about...

Shall I tell you about those heroes and tigers who have sacrificed their lifes for their homeland.

Or shall I tell you about those brave heroes who charged fearlessly into an enormous fight...

Those were Şiyar, who opened his eyes, his mind and his heart to the truth and became a butterfly chasing eagerly after trueness.

They are Dilşêr, who sacrificed himself valiantly for his homeland, people and comrades.

They were Bawer, who never lost his hope for a life in freedom and did let his struggle follow the stream of this hope...

In fact, life in these areas is woven with attributing meanings to it. Every step and every view grows in their weight. Every well, every hill and every mountain is named after their martyred comrades, with whose memories and dreams they adorn every moment of their own lives. They lead such a life indeed, that creates the impression that they got separated from their martyred comrades. And they truly never were separated for even one single moment. This ledge is one of those rocks, which harbours a special meaning for them and becomes bearer of a meaning generated from dear values...