Its been six years since you were murdered fighting Daesh in Deir-ez-Zor.
Six years is a long time, and yet your memory is so incredibly tangible in every step we take. You taught so much to all who knew you; your curiosity, your capacity to listen, your genuine optimism.
I battle with the reasons to join the war in Rojava constantly, but I know your heart was strong and your intentions pure. I just wish I could’ve kept you back in Hambi, or in Pont Valley, away from machine guns and bombs. I wish I could carry on sharing life with you, vicariously enjoying new discoveries through your lens, plotting adventures and causing chaos.
We no longer can do those things together, but make no mistake there is not a single day that I dont stumble upon something I decide to look through Waka’s eyes.
You’re missed, and honoured through the fight, and absolutely never forgotten.
Love you always, friend.
May you rest in the rage of your comrades.
Waka, Farid, Şehîd Şahîn Qereçox.
