In most of the days of liberation, the legacy of the martyrs is strangled in the hands of "orator artisans". Maraş is exceptional. The liberation of Maraş and the commemoration of its liberation are different from the others.

Maraş liberated itself. That's it in mathematical clarity. From where it stands, Maraş sheds light on whether Anatolia was saved by the people or by the intellectuals.

The liberation of Maraş is not just a reaction. The direction in which Sütçü İmam puts down his milk mug and points his gun is not only French, it is the lack of mysticism in its background, the lack of metaphysics in its backdrop.

The milk and the gun… This is Maraş, this is Anatolia.

People of Maraş know that the Friday prayer cannot be performed when the flag is lowered from the castle. They know the unbreakable relationship between the flag and the Friday prayer. The foundation of this war is very solid, like the foundation of Süleymaniye mosque.
The declaration published on the first day of the Maraş liberation movement confronts humanity with a justification that goes beyond the justifications of all contemporary independence behaviors. This declaration is loaded with the language and words of the spirit ages. What the eye cannot see adjoins the forward and is rooted behind in the depth of history. It adjoins Mecca, Malazgirt, and Söğüt. Whatever the conquest of Istanbul is concave, the liberation of Maraş is its convex. Sütçü İmam and the Imam of Ulucami, who said, "I cannot lead you Friday prayers in this mosque unless we have a flag in the castle!" and opened the war with this word, are the Fatih and Saladin of the conditions of that day.

The war begins and until it's over, there is a lightning exchange between the Ahır Mountains and the hot Maraş with the deep red roofs because of the red peppers in the summer. It is a supernatural war, as though it were only spent within the walls of the soul. The weave of thousands of extraordinary occurrences...

I liken the war of Maraş to a human's "interior war". The “pure” one does not contain the impurities mixed into it… Maraş is a sea. The sea that just throws the "corpse" and the "dead" out of it.

For Maraş, the foreigner is the "corpse".

On the days of the liberation of Maraş, each neighborhood comes in waves with its unique clothes and voice, flags and pennants, and gathers in the municipality square. Right in front of the Grand Mosque. Then at a certain hour there is complete silence. At the height of the silence, an alarm is sounded. The valiants of each quarter start to run from all sides to the hill where the castle is located, with all their strength. A race. After a few minutes, it is seen that five or ten people have climbed the flag pole of the castle and the flag has been hoisted on the pole. Whoever hung the flag is the hero of that year in Maraş. Then the grass in the castle is burned. When the flag is hoisted, every people of Maraş looks there. At that moment, people of Maraş are in ”catharsis" purity. The hoisting of the flag is like the crucifixion of the enemy in their eyes. At that moment, people of Maraş have been stripped of the age and actuality.

At that moment, Maraş lives the “pure belief”, the self-sufficiency of the belief.

The Anatolia lives in Maraş, once a year, on February 12, whatever can happen, as a dream.

And that night, Türkiye's real lamp (like Alaaddin's magic lamp) lights up once...