The Day Is Today
Not long after the Turkish Republic was born, the Kurdish people were erased on paper. To exist became rebellion. The Şêx Said uprising was crushed with hangings, massacres, silence. Whole villages broken to teach us fear.
But the fear did not stay.
The memory did.
If we had a prophet, we would ask him to undo the history. But no prophet came. Only mothers remained.
Every Saturday in Istanbul, the Saturday Mothers stand with their photos. Like the Madres de la Plaza de Mayo in Argentina, they carry the weight of the disappeared — children, lovers, poets, journalists — all swallowed by acid wells and police vans.
They are prophets enough. Their silence is scripture.
This song is for them. For the ones who disappeared, and for the ones who refuse to forget.
Composition: Hêja Netirk & Carlos Andrés Rico
Lyrics: Roşeng Rojbîr
Beats & Synths: Rico Danta
Singing & Screaming: Hêja Netirk
Drums: Eray Çaylı
Percussion: Hogir Göregen
Recording, Mix & Mastering: Henning Riez










