My name is Salih Ürek
My name is Salih Ürek
My name is Salih Ürek.
I am not a statistic.
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
I am 16 year old yet.
I am one of the thirty four who grappled with death for five hours in the darkness of night and in the bossom of cold snow.
I remember the first bomb dropped on us. I remembered the body parts that scattered around, human voices melting into those of donkeys, the howling of jackals and wolves, the blood, pain and desperation.
And later, the voices died away. Angels were coming down the sky one by one and the people around me were breathing their last
Everything was very cold, except for the warmness of the blood flowing from my ears and mouth. Much later, we heard the voices of villagers. And once again screams pains and desperation.
As they saw that I still hadnt died, they immediately loaded my body on a donkey. The ambulances were afterwards stopped by soldiers.
Never mind, as our donkeys with which we went to earn our bread and died together didnt leave us alone this time as well.
They carried my body on a donkey.
And once again, I died on the way, on a donkey.
I was going to finish my high school this year. I could have studied a good branch and made a good life for myself.
Undoubtedly, my dreams were one by one smashed by the states technological masterpiece huge bombs that they suddenly dropped one me one night.
My presence was presented to theirs.
I want those responsible to be brought to account for my dying on a donkey.
This may annoy you but 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 Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
I am not a statistic.
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
I am 16 year old yet.
I am one of the thirty four who grappled with death for five hours in the darkness of night and in the bossom of cold snow.
I remember the first bomb dropped on us. I remembered the body parts that scattered around, human voices melting into those of donkeys, the howling of jackals and wolves, the blood, pain and desperation.
And later, the voices died away. Angels were coming down the sky one by one and the people around me were breathing their last
Everything was very cold, except for the warmness of the blood flowing from my ears and mouth. Much later, we heard the voices of villagers. And once again screams pains and desperation.
As they saw that I still hadnt died, they immediately loaded my body on a donkey. The ambulances were afterwards stopped by soldiers.
Never mind, as our donkeys with which we went to earn our bread and died together didnt leave us alone this time as well.
They carried my body on a donkey.
And once again, I died on the way, on a donkey.
I was going to finish my high school this year. I could have studied a good branch and made a good life for myself.
Undoubtedly, my dreams were one by one smashed by the states technological masterpiece huge bombs that they suddenly dropped one me one night.
My presence was presented to theirs.
I want those responsible to be brought to account for my dying on a donkey.
This may annoy you but 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 Interior Ministry via fax and mail.
