DİCLE AMED

Some people pass through this world like a silent and profound poem; every step they take becomes a verse, every word they say whispers a truth. They walk unseen among the crowds but every heart they touch bears a trace of them. Comrade Ali Haydar Kaytan was one of them.

He resisted ordinariness throughout his life. He refused to stay on the surface, choosing the depth. He was silent but had an effective stance. He did not just live; he built, gave meaning to life and made people to love life. His martyrdom is not an end but a silent witness of a completed life, a devoted life. Comrade Ali Haydar was a man of great goals; he never thought of his own interests but the interests of his people. He bore the historic pain of Dersim, but he did not get stuck in that pain. He turned that pain into a legacy of resistance.

When he said, “I am not free until the Kurdish people are free”, he did not take only a firm stand but also a commitment from his heart. To him, Kurdistan was more than a region; it was a space of truth.

To him, the Kurdish question was not just a political issue but also a test of the conscience of humanity. When he said, “I am a child of a genocide”, he did not chant a slogan but express the history of a wound, a collective memory. He was a carrier of a memory, a truth tracker. The companionship built by him with leader Apo was not just a political relationship but also a deep and integral partnership of meaning. That partnership was based on a spiritual, moral and existential ground.

Comrade Fuat was not only a follower of a path but also a traveler who raised the person inside himself. Therefore, the mark left by him was not only political mark but also a humanitarian and universal mark.

His voice never trembled while he voiced the suffering of the people because he cared about understanding and expressing suffering rather than dramatizing it.

He was one of those who expressed their feelings not by shouting them out but by experiencing and carrying them. The life of Ali Haydar Kaytan was not a duty, but an oath. His oath was for the truth, his people and humanity.

When such people pass away, not only a body is buried but also a call, a trace and a memory is buried. The struggle of Comrade Ali Haydar Kaytan is written not only on the conscience of a nation but also on the conscience of humanity. He lived like a dervish.

His words were not sermons, but life itself. His every stance had a principle.

Some people do not live life without deficiencies but complete the deficiencies in their lives. Everyone who knew him knows: He left not just a person, but a call in our hearts. His name is no longer just a comrade's name but a name of devotion, resistance, and truth.