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Thursday, May 01, 2008 - 6:11 PM
My dear Dua
Kurdishaspect.com – By Naskah Zada
A
young man ran, stumbled, fell and crashed his head against a rock; an
old man saw what happened, became very sad, sat down and started
crying. The old man imagined himself in the younger mans place. The old
man was a man who was concerned about human sufferings. He wanted us to
think about other fellow human beings when they are in need of our
help.
A
year ago, Dua an innocent young women, was stoned to death in front of
hundreds of her villagers. Among them were spectators and a few
slaughterers, who so mercilessly murdered her. Of course, I had never
met Dua, but I can’t stop thinking about her death.
Her
last words were, “Mom, I am hungry.” I wonder, why she said that, was
she really hungry and wanted to eat her Last Supper? Or was she hungry
for Mom’s arms and wanted to find refuge in them? A year has past since
her death and I cannot get the scene of her tender body wallowing in
her blood out of my mind! I wonder what those spectators felt when they
saw her crying for help, for someone to rescue her! Why no one stepped
in to tell the stone throwers, STOP? !
Recently,
Dua’s bloody murder scene reappeared in my head; I picked up the phone
and called a friend to talk about Dua. I truly needed to talk about
her. I needed someone to listen, a voice to comfort me, but to my
surprise, the callous response astonished me. Are you still thinking
about her death? Why don’t you get over it? She is dead, you know; my
friend replied. How could my "friend" be so indifferent? I said to
myself…Dua was a beautiful soul and full of life.
Dua
was murdered, because the soul mate she chose was not in her religious
cast, thus, he was not accepted by her kin. This was a good enough
reason for those heartless creatures to end her life in the most savage
way.
As
I said, I never met Dua, but I feel like she was my dear sister and
they took her away from me. I feel we had lived together, and shared
our joys and sorrows. But, I also feel I let her down, because I could
not help her when she needed help. I feel embarrassed and guilty,
something I will have to live with it for the rest of my life. I know I
will always miss her. I can never forget what happened to her that
dreadful afternoon.
Ever
since her death, I have been asking myself, if ever, even in the
pre-historic time, any living things as cruel as human beings have
lived in this planet? I truly believe there are no souls other than
human beings’ who could possess such cruelty!
Dua, you will always live in my memory, and I always will love you.
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