My name is Hüsnü Encü
My name is Hüsnü Encü
My name is Hüsnü Encü
I am not a statistics,
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
My name Hüsnü Encü.
It was a kind of myth to be on the way to smuggling.
We were like heroes remaining behind a myth. Our donkeys were meandering on mostly narrow pathways, as if extending to the sky to eradicate the fire of poverty
Huge shadows used to appear in the sky in the days of heavy snow. I dont know what to say; one of the 34 fell down, or is this my body that hurts?
I dont know how to tell my story to you. Should I tell that smuggling is in fact the fight for bread in this territory where poverty is the norm? Or, should I tell how difficult it is to wait for a child for eight years? Should I tell about my child who was left an orphan yet before coming into the world and fulfill my longing for a child? My name is Hüsnü Encü, born in 1981. I am the forth one of 11 children of a family. I am someone who was killed together with his brother. I am someone who fell down on the ground with a longing for a child.
I am someone who has left his wife in great pain.
I am someone who was murdered without getting enough of life.
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 statistics,
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
My name Hüsnü Encü.
It was a kind of myth to be on the way to smuggling.
We were like heroes remaining behind a myth. Our donkeys were meandering on mostly narrow pathways, as if extending to the sky to eradicate the fire of poverty
Huge shadows used to appear in the sky in the days of heavy snow. I dont know what to say; one of the 34 fell down, or is this my body that hurts?
I dont know how to tell my story to you. Should I tell that smuggling is in fact the fight for bread in this territory where poverty is the norm? Or, should I tell how difficult it is to wait for a child for eight years? Should I tell about my child who was left an orphan yet before coming into the world and fulfill my longing for a child? My name is Hüsnü Encü, born in 1981. I am the forth one of 11 children of a family. I am someone who was killed together with his brother. I am someone who fell down on the ground with a longing for a child.
I am someone who has left his wife in great pain.
I am someone who was murdered without getting enough of life.
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.
