The dagger that struck Hz. Ali in Kufa and Kılıçdaroğlu in Ankara is the same dagger; its hilt is forged with greed, its tip with poison and its scabbard with the claim of ‘righteousness’. It is not a person holding the dagger; it is a ‘mentality' that tries to extinguish the light that illuminates the path together with the owner of that light.
The blood that flows from that dagger is not the blood of the stabbed, but the blood of the cause on whose back the mentality rides.
Human history is not just about wars and victories, “backstabbers” and “those who let you down” It has also been written. One of the deepest wounds of this history is the wound inflicted by the poisoned dagger that landed on the back of Prophet Ali during the morning prayer in Kufa. This dagger, which had been soaked in poison for days, descended not in a moment of anger, but in a well-orchestrated and organized operation, like a web woven by a poisonous spider. It targeted not just a caliph, but justice, maturity and loyalty.
The one who brought down the dagger once stood by the Prophet Ali, ate his bread, grew up in his shadow, and then changed sides and parted ways; “in the name of religion” and hid behind the mask of goodness by lowering the dagger. Even if there is a person holding the dagger, it is a dark mentality working for its own ambitions.
Today, in a congress designed with shadows, those who held the dagger and those who stabbed it are using similar excuses. In that congress “I entered the election with daggers in my back” His reproach was for his companions who leaked the same poison into the congress halls by changing its form.
For the sake of seats and positions, they have slaughtered the will that fathered them and carried them to those positions, by losing their conscience, in the shadow of that will itself.
Today, the hands stabbing the same dagger; again “success”, “change” They continue to bleed justice behind their masks.
In short, the source of the dagger is the representatives of those who were closest and walked together at first and then changed sides. Both events were made to look as if they were carried out in the name of sacred values, when in fact they were “values” imprisoned in a bloody scabbard woven with poison. The blood dripping from both daggers has contaminated unity, brotherhood, sincerity and trust, and darkened moral values.
“I entered the election with daggers in my back” the moment it was said; the blood that flowed was on those who shook hands in the delegate exchange, those who signed protocols behind closed doors and those who blessed disloyalty with the mask of “change”.
It is not leaders who are killed by these two daggers, but justice.
The one who was killed here “March for Justice” for social peace “HALALIZATION” not the body of a unifying man who made the call to the world, but the honor and trust of a comradeship that we thought was unshakable.
Killed here; “We must enact a law on political ethics” that politics should be done with morality and reason.
The victory that comes with arrogance, anger and dagger has always been temporary. While the mentality that struck Hz. Ali with a dagger remains as an example in the dark pages of history, Hz. Ali has become a symbol of justice.
While today's dagger wielders wallow in the shady swamp they created, the real winners are those who come out of that swamp and “with clean hands” there will be those who pave a new path.
Because if we cannot drain the swamp, all ambitions will wither there like flowers.
The blood has turned into a dark and dense swamp. An idea and justice have been killed by betrayal; that blood stands like a black stain on the conscience of all those who defend justice. If we cannot remove it, we will darken our conscience by our own will.
You can't seek justice at a table with daggers!
The real issue is not to sit at the same table with those who hold that dagger if we cannot drain the swamp, but to leave that bloody table and walk to the sunrise with the consciences and clean souls we can save and keep our promise to Turkey.
For this, not in the shadow of signs, but in friendships whose shadow is justice and who will be comrades, “into clean hands” we need it.
Most importantly, we need Kemal Kılıçdaroğlu to keep his word.
It is time to write a new story! It is time for TRANSFORMATION, not CHANGE.