... wa sew dabaret...
I decided to do very difficult thing. Because how to write about something like that if any words are not enough to express what the heart would like to say.
Halabja - kurdish city, where on 16 march 1988 the life was going on like everyday. Just oridinary day and people busy with their usual every day activities. Kids playing in front of their houses, somebody doing shopping, somebody cleaning the house, somebody cooking meal - like Nasree Qadir Muhammad. Her sister Rangeen is helping her. They are very busy, coz that day about 30 relatives came to their house to find a shelter in their celler. Airplanes droping bombs are something normal in that place. Nasreen is 16 years old, Rangeen one year younger. She doesnt know yet and nobody knows that few hours later more than 5000 people will lose thier life in Halabja.
Rangeen will be one of them.
Nasreen will survive - to tell her story to the world, the story of eye-witness. With no emotions she will tell about something that is impossible to listen with no emotions. She will tell about the day when something strange happened - coz the iraqi helicopters didnt drop the bombs, nothing blowed up there, as it used to be before, as people get used to. What are these strange metal containers that they are dropping? And that smell... the smell of sweet apples... but why dead birds falling down from the sky like stones? It seems like there is a need to find a shelter in a cellers anyway. But this time the cellers are not shelters - they became traps, coz that gas is heavier than air.
Nasreen! Run away! Run away to the mountains! Hurry up, coz kids in the celler start to feel sick. Go, run toward Anab! But the roads leading from the city are traps as well. Sweet apples bring death to people who try to run away. Dead bodies of people and animals lay on the streets and around the city. Houndreds of bodies. Its impossible to descibe whats going on with poeple - these chemicals attacking everything in human bodies, people cant breath, they skin get burned, they loosing sight...
But Nasreen and her relatives dont give up. Brave people from Kurdistan, from Halabja. Where is Baxtiar, her housband? Is he still alive? He was somewhere outside the city, did he found the shelter on time? It seems like Nasreen is loosing her hope, when she sees what is going on all around. ..
Baxtiar Abdul Aziz will find her few hours later, she will be blind, but still alive. Nasreen will get the sight back after 20 days, but the doctors said she will not be able to give birth to babies. But she will not believe them and three years later they will give birth to the son. They will give him the name Arazoo. Arazoo will live anly three months and he will be one more victim of chemicals - but anyway he will remain the symbol of victory over the bad and evil.
16 march 1988 was the day when 20 years old Muhammad Ahmed Fattah was going to marry Bahal Jamal. Everything was ready for the wedding, but instead of a great kurdish wedding party this boy had to watch his beloved Bahal dying on the cellar stairs. Muhammad remembers that she was scared, she cried and he was trying to calm her down. He told her is just normal thing, just bombs, like it used to be before. But - as Muhammad said - Bahar was wise and she knew that the smell is not the smell of ordinary bombs...
There are thousands stories like these. People from Halabja are telling them with no emotions, coz they are strong. They are much stronger than arab's gas and they know what all Kurds know:
THEY MAY KILL US, BUT THEY CANT DEFEND US.
TO ALL POEPLE, WHO LOST THEIR LIVES IN 1988 IN HALABJA - I DEDICATE THAT ARTICLE WITH THE BIG RESPECT FOR YOUR SUFFERING AND DEATH - WE WILL NEVER FORGET - I WILL NEVER FORGET - AND THIS DAY KURDISH FLAG IS WAVING PROUDLY AND HIGH FOR YOU - FOR BRAVE PEOPLE - MURDERD ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE KURDS.
Ali Hassan Al-Majid -Ii will find you in hell, where you are and you will pay me for every single kurdish life that you took. And you, Saddam, as well.
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