Mehmet Karaaslan went to the Bosphorus Bridge to resist against the coup attempt on July 15th. He was shot by terrorists disguised as soldiers. Karaaslan noticed he was injured a couple of minutes later and died a martyr’s death on the spot.
Karaaslan, who was from Diyarbakır, was 37 years old. He went to the Bosphorus Bridge after the call from President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. At first, he did not notice he was shot and then as he collapsed was saying to the people around him, “I think I’m shot.” He was taken to the hospital by motorbike, but doctors could not save him.
Karaaslan tracked customs documentation in a private company. He had been married for 19 years with 3 children. His biggest passion was cars. He went to become a martyr with his favorite car.
Sevda Karaaslan, his wife, said that they did not send her husband’s body to his hometown of Diyarbakır, but instead buried him in the Kocasinan Graveyard.
The name of Martyr Mehmet Karaaslan was given to an Anatolian Imam Hatip high school in Bahçelievler, Istanbul.
An emotional poem from Gizem to her father.
Gizem Karaaslan, the 12 year old daughter of Mehmet Karaaslan who was martyred during the coup attempt by FETÖ traitors, wrote a poem for her father titled “Martyr with a Big Heart”. Karaaslan said she declared her emotions towards her father in the poem, “I felt like he was with me because he is with me all the time. I would have thanked him for trying to protect his country, if my father was with me and had not died that night. I wrote the poem feeling that my father was with me. I hope he heard it.”
This is the poem titled “Martyr with a Big Heart” read by Gizem Karaaslan in tears:
How did they manage to knock over your body holding your big heart?
You are a martyr now, you flew to God like a bird
Without you, we are abandoned and without peace
You said ‘God’ and ‘Quran’, you ran towards the battlefield
They said ‘Here comes a hero’ that will save the country
Peace chants, victory cries heard from everyone in this country
Prayers did not stop, dad
Flags are not down
Where’s my father whose shadow I took shelter in
Where’s my father who would tear down mountains when he roars