Abdullah Akan was born in Rumeli in 1896. In the years when he was called up for the Ottoman Empire's last great war, he too, like thousands of other sons of Anatolia and Rumeli, was despatched to the front. Abdullah's fate took him to one of the empire's most distant and most arduous fronts: Yemen. There, in the scorching heat of the desert, he fought against the British forces.
During a clash, shrapnel fragments struck his forehead and his chest. Abdullah fell to the ground severely wounded. The battle went on around him, but he was no longer in any condition to get to his feet. On that thin line between death and life, he dragged his wounded body forward, crawling. How long it took no one knows — perhaps minutes, perhaps hours. In the end he reached a stream.
The flowing water of that stream saved Abdullah's life. It gave life to his body, parched with thirst, and cooled his wounds. In the heat of the desert, in the middle of the war, that small stream became a soldier's only source of hope. Abdullah survived.
“The flowing water saved my life. Let my surname come from it too.”
When the Surname Law was enacted in 1934, every citizen had to choose a surname. Abdullah did not hesitate. He had not forgotten that stream, that flowing water, which had given him life in the deserts of Yemen when he was wounded and helpless. He had his surname registered as AKAN. This name was neither a coincidental choice nor an ordinary preference — it was the debt of gratitude that a gazi (war veteran) paid to the water to which he owed his life.
Abdullah lived out the rest of his life with the shrapnel fragments in his body. Those pieces of metal could not be removed; these shrapnel traces, which the villagers could see and feel, remained in his body as silent witnesses of the war years. When the war wounded him he was a young soldier; when he returned to Mesudiye he had become a man who knew the value of life and who knew his debt to the water and to the soil.
Abdullah Akan died in Mesudiye on 3 July 1969, at the age of 73. His body was committed to the earth, but his story — that story of survival which began on the bank of a stream and turned into a surname — went on being told for generations. It lives on in memory as one of Mesudiye's most meaningful surname stories.