My name is Aslan Encü
My name is Aslan Encü
My name is Aslan Encü
I am not a statistic, I am a human being!
And I have a story too
My name is Aslan Encü.
The third son of my father, the calm child of my mother
While hunting partridges, I used to sing the ballad No place for hunters here, mountains and does are ours.
However, I didnt know that there were some other hunters on the mountains where I hunted partridges. I didnt like talking to people very much. My mother will describe me a calm person, if you ask her. However, I also had a blind love.
My brother who was involved in smuggling to look after his ten siblings left one of his legs in this territory which has been my graveyard now. A mine fell to his share.
It was my turn, I hit the road this time instead of my brother to earn money for my family and to change the old prosthesis leg of my brother. Before leaving the house, I warned my mother to remember to give water to my partridges Those huge bombs left my partridges ownerless and my mother without her son Aslan. I fell into a silent sleep beside a rock that night; a Aslan fell into the arms of white snow one night and he couldnt stand up from the place he fell down. So shall my story be known, exactly just like this, not more or less My story is the maddening mourning of a family, abandonment of a village without young people. 34 people were bombed on these mountains where the history has written one more pain. So shall it be known, exactly just like this
Stories always dont end with a happy end; my mothers scream shall ring in your ears
Despite the risk of annoying you, I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didnt kill the justice too
Doesnt everyone have the right to justice?
Or,
Should I apologize to the state because it has warted those huge, expensive bombs for killing me,
Should I thank the General Staff for not missing the target and for killing me!?
* Platform for Justice for Roboski publishes the life story of 34 people from the villages of Roboski and Gülyazý who were killed by bombs on 28 December, 2011. These stories which will be published for 34 days are also sent to the offices of President, Prime Minister, Ministry of Justice and Ministry of Internal Affairs via fax and mail.
http://roboskiicinadalet.wordpress.com/
**Stories were written on the basis of true information about the villagers murdered in the bombing.
I am not a statistic, I am a human being!
And I have a story too
My name is Aslan Encü.
The third son of my father, the calm child of my mother
While hunting partridges, I used to sing the ballad No place for hunters here, mountains and does are ours.
However, I didnt know that there were some other hunters on the mountains where I hunted partridges. I didnt like talking to people very much. My mother will describe me a calm person, if you ask her. However, I also had a blind love.
My brother who was involved in smuggling to look after his ten siblings left one of his legs in this territory which has been my graveyard now. A mine fell to his share.
It was my turn, I hit the road this time instead of my brother to earn money for my family and to change the old prosthesis leg of my brother. Before leaving the house, I warned my mother to remember to give water to my partridges Those huge bombs left my partridges ownerless and my mother without her son Aslan. I fell into a silent sleep beside a rock that night; a Aslan fell into the arms of white snow one night and he couldnt stand up from the place he fell down. So shall my story be known, exactly just like this, not more or less My story is the maddening mourning of a family, abandonment of a village without young people. 34 people were bombed on these mountains where the history has written one more pain. So shall it be known, exactly just like this
Stories always dont end with a happy end; my mothers scream shall ring in your ears
Despite the risk of annoying you, I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didnt kill the justice too
Doesnt everyone have the right to justice?
Or,
Should I apologize to the state because it has warted those huge, expensive bombs for killing me,
Should I thank the General Staff for not missing the target and for killing me!?
* Platform for Justice for Roboski publishes the life story of 34 people from the villages of Roboski and Gülyazý who were killed by bombs on 28 December, 2011. These stories which will be published for 34 days are also sent to the offices of President, Prime Minister, Ministry of Justice and Ministry of Internal Affairs via fax and mail.
http://roboskiicinadalet.wordpress.com/
**Stories were written on the basis of true information about the villagers murdered in the bombing.
