Dilan Babat

 

NEWS CENTRE - The crowd listened in a deep silence where even a single word hung in the air. Hope, sadness, determination... All emotions met in the square. This message, which echoed throughout the city, was engraved not only in the ears but also in the deepest corners of the hearts. Dağkapı was not just a square that day, but a window to history.

 

Amed... The city of history, resistance and hope. This ancient land, every stone and every street of which is full of untold stories, once again witnessed history.

 

An ancient city on the banks of the gentle waters of the Tigris, bearing the testimony of thousands of years. The symbol of resistance, love, longing and struggle throughout history, with stories embedded in its stone walls and echoing streets... And that day, this ancient city once again witnessed history.

 

When the clock struck 16.00, it was approaching sunset. There was more activity than ever in Dağkapı Square. People were not in the usual hurry; this time they were gathering in the square with a different excitement, fixing their eyes on the upcoming announcement. Young people, old people, women, children... People of all ages waited in the centre of the square with a timeless silence.

 

A sound, an echo

 

As the sky spread a purple blanket over Amed, distant footsteps mingled with each other.  Some were waiting for that moment with hope, some with curiosity, some with the burden of years. The lights of the street lamps began to flicker, and the wind of Hevsel left a thin coolness over the city. And then... a sound, an echo... Faces lit up with the reflection of light. Abdullah Öcalan's message resonated in the centre of the square. First a deep silence for a few seconds... Then moments when the crowd didn't even breathe...

 

The emotions of the moment

 

This was not just a message. It was a call that was etched in time. When the first words began to pour out, the emotion felt in the square could not be described with a single feeling. There was sadness on the faces, there was hope, there was the weight of years. The echo of the words once spoken in these lands was now being spoken again. A father put his hand on his child's shoulder. His eyes were fixed beyond the square, on that invisible line where the past and the future meet.

 

A woman with the deep lines of years etched on her face listened to every word, mumbling as she wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks. Young people all around the square silently inhaled the words as if they were witnesses of an era. A mother took out a crumpled handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes. Perhaps because she felt again the echo of a voice she had heard long ago... A woman pressed her hand to her heart and turned her eyes to the sky. Some feelings could not be described, they could only be experienced.

 

Some voices always echo

 

At that moment, even the stones in Dağkapı Square seemed to speak. They had seen many things, heard many stories. The stones of the city walls, the waters of the Tigris, the wind of Hevsel... All of them were engraving that message somewhere within themselves. When the message was completed, the city took a deep breath. Time stopped for a moment. The light of the street lamps made the faces in the square a little more distinct. There were those who hugged each other, those who turned their eyes to the horizon, those who held hands and quietly left the square... But something had changed in everyone. This message was not just a promise for that moment. It was part of a story of years. That day, Dağkapı became not just a square, but a window into the deepest moments of history. And Amed had not forgotten again. Because some words do not fade with time, some voices always echo...

 

After the echoing words

 

The square was slowly emptying. People were slowly dispersing to the narrow streets of Dağkapı, to their homes, cafes and parks, but no one had really left. The feeling of that moment, the sound echoing in the square, was still alive in everyone. Some were silent, some were deep in thought. Eyes were looking away, sometimes at each other. But most of all, people were listening to that voice coming from within history. The footsteps echoing in the stone streets of Amed were, perhaps for the first time, so heavy, so loaded with meaning.

 

The square was now empty, but the streets of the city were still breathing with the effect of that message. The people sitting in the cafes were silent. Even the sound of the cups was low in the tea centres. Young people were engrossed in their phone screens, re-reading the words they had just heard, watching the echo of the message on digital media. An elderly man quietly pulled his rosary beads in the corner of a café. His eyes were stuck somewhere beyond the city walls. His friend next to him looked at him with the silence of years. They locked eyes. There was no need for words. Both of them had already memorised the message.

 

The silence of the Dicle...

 

The ancient city walls of Amed were like the memory of this city. Many voices, many words had been engraved on their stones for centuries. That day they witnessed once again how a message could spread across the city, the emotions on people's faces, the sparkle in their eyes... And the Tigris... It continued to flow silently. But he also knew that some evenings, some days were not ordinary. That day was a day to be remembered even after years. Because some words would echo not only in the ears but also in the soul of the city.

 

The message that will live in the hearts

 

As the day progressed, Amed gradually fell silent. But this did not mean that everything was over. On the contrary, it was a sign that something new had begun. And in the morning, people would wake up again, drink their tea, go to work, children would play in the streets. But a trace of the words heard in that square would remain in everyone. Because some days are unforgettable... And some messages continue to live not only on LED screens but also in people's hearts.