Agit Çiya is one of the HPG guerrillas fallen martyr in Southern Kurdistan, while fighting against the invaders in the Battle of Heftanin [Cenga Heftanin] offensive. The guerrilla fighter had said: "We are the real owners of Heftanin. These mountains belong to the people of Kurdistan."

It is what everyone focuses most on: eyes and looks. When I first saw his photograph and heard the words of my heart, I thought: "This is the true face, inner face, hidden face of the Southern (Kurdistan) people," because guerrilla Agit Çiya became the Southern face of Battle of Heftanin. He expressed in his words what role this resistance will play, and added that the Southern people and their lands will also be targeted.

Ahmet Xelat was born in Zaxo. At a very young age, he learned, heard, felt, realized and saw that the road laid before him was not the right one. He soon became a candidate for the freedom march. Heftanin had become the land he stepped first and the land he would step on forever. Born in Zaxo and raised in Zaxo, guerrilla Agit Çiya came across the invading Turkish army in the first days of Cenga Heftanin on 23 August 2019. This was neither the first meeting nor the last.

He was no longer Agit Çiya and Ahmet Xelat: he was the face of Southern Kurdistan that had suffered for years and now believed it is time to take revenge. Cenga Heftanin Initiative stands on a hill. When the Turkish army began bombing the hill, he didn’t want to leave. While his friends insistently asked him to come out, he took his gun and ran to the top of the hill, turned to his friends and said: “We are the real owners of Heftanin. These mountains belong to us, the people of the Southern and their children. The invaders cannot come here” and fired the first bullet. Cenga Heftanin becomes the face of Southern Kurdistan.

When I looked into the eyes of Guerilla Agit Çiya and tried to read his gaze, I started to make sense and could not hold back the sentences one after the other. Guerrilla Agit was slightly squinting, he had a face, gaze, eyes, both smiling and angry.

The Anfal was hidden in his eyes, in his eyes he had the desire for revenge, the anger of pain, the crush of exile, the feelings of a Southern youth who had no free future but did not want to fool himself. He had the eyes of someone who did not want to succumb to the assimilation imposed on the youth of the South, eyes who sworn to protect his national values. He had the desire to fight with the belief that the guerrilla will succeed and the PKK's quest for a free life will be successful...

All of these were hidden in the eyes of the guerrilla Agit Çiya. Maybe you will find more, you will feel more.