My name is Hüseyin Encü
My name is Hüseyin Encü
My name is Hüseyin Encü.
I am not a statistic.
I am a “human being”!
And I have a story too…
The village of Roboski looks like a plateau in the summer. With its cold water, green fields, colorful flowers, cool
wind, sheeps and lambs, it is nearly a part of the paradise. I first saw the light of day in one of the beautiful days of 1991’s summer.
In this territory, everybody gets much pleased and happy when the first child of a family is a son. The day of my birth was therefore the feast of my father who called me Hüseyin, the name of prophet’s grandson. Now that he had a son, he was never going to fall flat on his face.
As my next brother was born six years after me and I was the eldest son of my father, I started to work with him at very young ages.
With a great difficulty, I finished my school and didn’t continue my education after that.
I was no doubt dreaming about going to school and making a good life for myself but I used to go the “border” to ensure a comfortable school life for my siblings and a good life for my family.
My family wouldn’t go to sleep before I returned home from the border.
I always used to see my mother in a great unrest as she also didn’t want me to go to the border. However, we didn’t have any other chance.
I used to promise my mother to marry a girl who would follow her advices. She shall forgive me because they didn’t allow me to do that. My body was torn into pieces at a mountainside.
This may annoy you but I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didn’t kill the justice too…
Doesn’t 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 Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
I am not a statistic.
I am a “human being”!
And I have a story too…
The village of Roboski looks like a plateau in the summer. With its cold water, green fields, colorful flowers, cool
wind, sheeps and lambs, it is nearly a part of the paradise. I first saw the light of day in one of the beautiful days of 1991’s summer.
In this territory, everybody gets much pleased and happy when the first child of a family is a son. The day of my birth was therefore the feast of my father who called me Hüseyin, the name of prophet’s grandson. Now that he had a son, he was never going to fall flat on his face.
As my next brother was born six years after me and I was the eldest son of my father, I started to work with him at very young ages.
With a great difficulty, I finished my school and didn’t continue my education after that.
I was no doubt dreaming about going to school and making a good life for myself but I used to go the “border” to ensure a comfortable school life for my siblings and a good life for my family.
My family wouldn’t go to sleep before I returned home from the border.
I always used to see my mother in a great unrest as she also didn’t want me to go to the border. However, we didn’t have any other chance.
I used to promise my mother to marry a girl who would follow her advices. She shall forgive me because they didn’t allow me to do that. My body was torn into pieces at a mountainside.
This may annoy you but I have several words to say;
I demand justice,
If the bombs that killed me didn’t kill the justice too…
Doesn’t 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 Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
