47th anniversary
This is not the closing of history, but a new beginning that transforms the experience of the past into the founding will of the future. The road is not finished, only the place to walk has been transferred to us. They opened the road by paying the price, now will you grow that road by living?
HUSEYIN SALIH DURMUS
ANF NEWS CENTER
Thursday, November 27, 2025
According to historical legend, the chief architect and stonemason Hiram Abif, whom he commissioned while building the Temple of Solomon, was killed by three of his journeymen who wanted to learn the secrets of craftsmanship by force.
Apprentices want to have knowledge and mastery the easy way instead of deserving it with effort, but Hiram chooses silence and death while passing the test of conscience. Reminding that the price of wisdom and mastery is loyalty, he says:
"Conscience is an uncompromising judge."
States can close a history, organizations can dissolve themselves, signs can be removed, archives can be silenced, in short, memory can be erased. But conscience does not close any decision book. Because conscience records not what is forgotten, but what is not replaced.
Today, we commemorate November 27 not as a "founding anniversary", but to stand in front of a threshold of conscience that was opened 47 years ago. Because today exists not to praise the past, but to lend money to the future.
It is not the day of an organization, not of a generation, but of the obligation of the truth. We are neither in the despair of those who say "everything is over" nor in the nostalgia of those who say "let's go back to the old days". Because this history is neither closed nor will it be repeated. This history is a passed down truth that will be continued.
When an organization is dissolved, only its sign ends, but the prices paid for it do not end. A group of brave hearts who had the courage to come together 47 years ago had neither the state, capital nor the army in their hands. There was only one sentence that rose from denial, poverty, prohibition and ignorance:
"We do not agree to this order, we reject it."
Today, that sentence may have abandoned its organizational form, its name, but it has not abandoned its morality. Because what is transferred is not the name, but the debt. And debt grows where we are most silent.
Frantz Fanon defines colonialism as a mechanism that occupies not only lands but also one's belief in oneself. A people first encounters an order that takes away its personality, but it re-establishes itself with its resistance. For this reason, the termination is not a loss, but a change in the form of the march that started with the rejection of the definition of exploited human being. History continues by carrying, not by owning.
The first reflex that makes a people revolutionary is this, before ideology: "The memory of not being put in the place of a human being, of being exploited." This struggle is not only the history of a political movement, but also the history of the re-establishment of human dignity. Because these people resisted not only because their lands were divided, but also because their names were erased, their graves were banned, their language was silenced, and their dead were banned from being buried.
Frantz Fanon says: "Colonialism is a judgment that prohibits the oppressed from humanity." Resistance, on the other hand, is that judgment
It is the mechanism that subjects the restitution to judgment.
A movement dies not when it loses its name, but when it loses its conscience. That is why what we are talking about in its 47th year is not a closure, but a matter of conscientious continuity. Because truth is made from price, not form.
The story of the last half century was written in three places as an atlas of struggle that feeds each other:
• Dungeon: The place where the body is imprisoned, the will cannot be surrendered, and resistance is coded
• The Mountain: Not an escape, but an irreversible vow
• Exile: Not distance, but the heavy distance of uninterruptible belonging and the first step to universality.
Fanon's definition of "a man with chained body but free soul" also describes the deep layer of this history. Because some bodies continued to think and produce even when they were in cells, some languages continued to speak even when they were silenced, and some souls continued to multiply even when they were alone.
These three places made the same sentence:
"We did not come back from here; so that you can continue from here."
He established a generation. A generation has protected. It lasted for a generation. Now the task of our generation is completely different:
It is not to repeat what they did, but to complete what they could not do.
Ibn Khaldun says:
"The first generation establishes, the second carries, the third consumes."
We are right above the third threshold. A historical burden was handed over, but an excuse was not handed over.
History does not ask "what did you see?" "What did you put in its place, were you able to enlarge it?" he asks.
And conscience always seeks the following as an answer:
"Were you able to carry what was left to you? Were you worthy?"
Fanon continues, "Each generation has to discover its own mission in relative uncertainty; he either fulfills it or betrays it".
And now the task is to carry that mission even in uncertainty. What our generation needs to be convinced of is not hope, but responsibility.
The address of the martyr Sinan Dersim, who left a deep impression on those who knew him during his 47-year testimony, to "WATER", which he recited accompanied by Rodrigo's Aranjuez Concerto, is actually a summary of revolutionary morality and a sign of the path to be followed. Some people are not carriers of an organization, but of a soul, they do not make noise, but they lead. They are like water, Water carries not only a substance but a memory as it flows. It carries the sound, color and trace of the place where it was born from every source. Just like the struggle that peoples and generations pass on to each other.
It finds its way by flowing from one to the other, it knows no obstacles. In some periods it gets blocked, in some places it becomes invisible, but it never gets disoriented. This is how the story of the last half century flowed.
"Water gives life as it flows; It breaks down when it gets stuck and waits. He does not make noise, but he mows the road patiently."
Our duty is not to destroy like a flood, but to carry it like water. Because water is like conscience, it rots when it is stopped, it repairs and grows when it can flow.
Today, November 27, is not a celebration, but a day of trust, a day of memory. Because a struggle is defeated not when it loses its name, but when it loses its meaning. We are here not to lose this meaning.
The PKK, the leading force of the Kurdistan Freedom struggle, has completed its historical form and mission, but the truth is still where it is. The struggle has neither ended nor dispersed, on the contrary, it is becoming a broader, deeper and more social force by carrying its half-century of accumulation and truth to a new level of organization.
This is not the closing of history, but a new beginning that transforms the experience of the past into the founding will of the future. The road is not finished, only the place to walk has been transferred to us.
And the question we are now being asked is:
"They opened the road by sacrificing themselves and paying the price, now will you grow that road by living?"
We are here.
We are taking over.
And we will complete it.
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To mothers who buried their children but did not lose either their voice or resistance,
To the father who stands guard at the grave of his son, whom he raised with the deepest devotion and love,
To brave women who have lost their husbands but have not lost their loyalty,
To children who have heard their father's name but have never seen his face,
To the sisters, brothers and sisters who have lost their brothers but silently carry the burden and honor of brotherhood on their backs,
To the survivors of burned villages, bombed houses, plowed lands, to the unsolved perpetrators,
It is a debt of gratitude dedicated to a people who have been wounded along with their nature, to all revolutionaries who have chosen their honor, not the blessings and wannabes of the world.
Because a struggle is as real as it does not carry itself, but what is lived and died for it.
ANF NEWS CENTER
Thursday, November 27, 2025
According to historical legend, the chief architect and stonemason Hiram Abif, whom he commissioned while building the Temple of Solomon, was killed by three of his journeymen who wanted to learn the secrets of craftsmanship by force.
Apprentices want to have knowledge and mastery the easy way instead of deserving it with effort, but Hiram chooses silence and death while passing the test of conscience. Reminding that the price of wisdom and mastery is loyalty, he says:
"Conscience is an uncompromising judge."
States can close a history, organizations can dissolve themselves, signs can be removed, archives can be silenced, in short, memory can be erased. But conscience does not close any decision book. Because conscience records not what is forgotten, but what is not replaced.
Today, we commemorate November 27 not as a "founding anniversary", but to stand in front of a threshold of conscience that was opened 47 years ago. Because today exists not to praise the past, but to lend money to the future.
It is not the day of an organization, not of a generation, but of the obligation of the truth. We are neither in the despair of those who say "everything is over" nor in the nostalgia of those who say "let's go back to the old days". Because this history is neither closed nor will it be repeated. This history is a passed down truth that will be continued.
When an organization is dissolved, only its sign ends, but the prices paid for it do not end. A group of brave hearts who had the courage to come together 47 years ago had neither the state, capital nor the army in their hands. There was only one sentence that rose from denial, poverty, prohibition and ignorance:
"We do not agree to this order, we reject it."
Today, that sentence may have abandoned its organizational form, its name, but it has not abandoned its morality. Because what is transferred is not the name, but the debt. And debt grows where we are most silent.
Frantz Fanon defines colonialism as a mechanism that occupies not only lands but also one's belief in oneself. A people first encounters an order that takes away its personality, but it re-establishes itself with its resistance. For this reason, the termination is not a loss, but a change in the form of the march that started with the rejection of the definition of exploited human being. History continues by carrying, not by owning.
The first reflex that makes a people revolutionary is this, before ideology: "The memory of not being put in the place of a human being, of being exploited." This struggle is not only the history of a political movement, but also the history of the re-establishment of human dignity. Because these people resisted not only because their lands were divided, but also because their names were erased, their graves were banned, their language was silenced, and their dead were banned from being buried.
Frantz Fanon says: "Colonialism is a judgment that prohibits the oppressed from humanity." Resistance, on the other hand, is that judgment
It is the mechanism that subjects the restitution to judgment.
A movement dies not when it loses its name, but when it loses its conscience. That is why what we are talking about in its 47th year is not a closure, but a matter of conscientious continuity. Because truth is made from price, not form.
The story of the last half century was written in three places as an atlas of struggle that feeds each other:
• Dungeon: The place where the body is imprisoned, the will cannot be surrendered, and resistance is coded
• The Mountain: Not an escape, but an irreversible vow
• Exile: Not distance, but the heavy distance of uninterruptible belonging and the first step to universality.
Fanon's definition of "a man with chained body but free soul" also describes the deep layer of this history. Because some bodies continued to think and produce even when they were in cells, some languages continued to speak even when they were silenced, and some souls continued to multiply even when they were alone.
These three places made the same sentence:
"We did not come back from here; so that you can continue from here."
He established a generation. A generation has protected. It lasted for a generation. Now the task of our generation is completely different:
It is not to repeat what they did, but to complete what they could not do.
Ibn Khaldun says:
"The first generation establishes, the second carries, the third consumes."
We are right above the third threshold. A historical burden was handed over, but an excuse was not handed over.
History does not ask "what did you see?" "What did you put in its place, were you able to enlarge it?" he asks.
And conscience always seeks the following as an answer:
"Were you able to carry what was left to you? Were you worthy?"
Fanon continues, "Each generation has to discover its own mission in relative uncertainty; he either fulfills it or betrays it".
And now the task is to carry that mission even in uncertainty. What our generation needs to be convinced of is not hope, but responsibility.
The address of the martyr Sinan Dersim, who left a deep impression on those who knew him during his 47-year testimony, to "WATER", which he recited accompanied by Rodrigo's Aranjuez Concerto, is actually a summary of revolutionary morality and a sign of the path to be followed. Some people are not carriers of an organization, but of a soul, they do not make noise, but they lead. They are like water, Water carries not only a substance but a memory as it flows. It carries the sound, color and trace of the place where it was born from every source. Just like the struggle that peoples and generations pass on to each other.
It finds its way by flowing from one to the other, it knows no obstacles. In some periods it gets blocked, in some places it becomes invisible, but it never gets disoriented. This is how the story of the last half century flowed.
"Water gives life as it flows; It breaks down when it gets stuck and waits. He does not make noise, but he mows the road patiently."
Our duty is not to destroy like a flood, but to carry it like water. Because water is like conscience, it rots when it is stopped, it repairs and grows when it can flow.
Today, November 27, is not a celebration, but a day of trust, a day of memory. Because a struggle is defeated not when it loses its name, but when it loses its meaning. We are here not to lose this meaning.
The PKK, the leading force of the Kurdistan Freedom struggle, has completed its historical form and mission, but the truth is still where it is. The struggle has neither ended nor dispersed, on the contrary, it is becoming a broader, deeper and more social force by carrying its half-century of accumulation and truth to a new level of organization.
This is not the closing of history, but a new beginning that transforms the experience of the past into the founding will of the future. The road is not finished, only the place to walk has been transferred to us.
And the question we are now being asked is:
"They opened the road by sacrificing themselves and paying the price, now will you grow that road by living?"
We are here.
We are taking over.
And we will complete it.
INSCRIPTION
This article
To mothers who buried their children but did not lose either their voice or resistance,
To the father who stands guard at the grave of his son, whom he raised with the deepest devotion and love,
To brave women who have lost their husbands but have not lost their loyalty,
To children who have heard their father's name but have never seen his face,
To the sisters, brothers and sisters who have lost their brothers but silently carry the burden and honor of brotherhood on their backs,
To the survivors of burned villages, bombed houses, plowed lands, to the unsolved perpetrators,
It is a debt of gratitude dedicated to a people who have been wounded along with their nature, to all revolutionaries who have chosen their honor, not the blessings and wannabes of the world.
Because a struggle is as real as it does not carry itself, but what is lived and died for it.
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