Five years have passed since Soran Mama Hama, a courageous journalist, was silenced. His death, like Halaj’s, sparked a firestorm of media attention – newspapers, magazines, radio, television – all chronicling his heroism.

We, the writers, fail to do justice to his memory. Mere words can’t capture the essence of a man who defied threats for truth’s sake. Great poets like Ali Mardan and Jamil Saib have immortalized him, calling him a lost voice and an unfinished letter. The people revere him as the first martyr of press freedom, their silent reverence following him through the streets.

Soran’s legacy is a beacon. His life story inspires young journalists, a testament to the power of truth-telling. He faced danger, navigating a sea of corruption and terror, but remained steadfast in his pursuit of press freedom. His voice now echoes through the streets of Kirkuk, a constant reminder of the fight against oppression.

Soran ascended to become the voice of the suffering, a true messenger to God. He stands as a symbol of hope, the one who will expose the injustices inflicted upon his fellow journalists. Under the banner of democracy, he dared to unveil the true faces of those who terrorize in the shadows.

Soran’s death serves as a stark reminder: dictators, regardless of language or origin, are fueled by the blood of the innocent. They are grotesque creatures, their reign built on lies and violence.

Even after years, his image persists – a young man, gentle yet resolute, a dreamer who dared to fight for freedom. He joins Sardasht, Abdulstar, and countless others who sacrificed themselves for a better Kurdistan. The future holds promise. One day, Sorani will be recognized as the first martyr for truth in his homeland.

Written by Ahmad Mira