My name is Serhat Encü
My name is Serhat Encü
My name is Serhat Encü.
I am not a statistic.
I am a human being!
And I have a story too
I am the pigeon of my mother and the brother of Mervan.
I am the third son of a family with nine children, in this territory where children grow up very early
To send pocket money to my brothers studying at a university, I left my school which I had with great difficulty continued till the ninth class.
My mother wouldnt go to sleep until I returned home from smuggling, she used to pray for me, wishing nothing bad would happen to her pigeon When I returned home and saw her
awake, I used to console her and say that; Dont be afraid Mum, nothing bad will happen to me. Even if I happen to face something bad, Ill be with my best friends.
My best friend Celal was also with me that day. We were going to play a football match on the following day. We loved the life as much as we could die for it but I wish we hadnt died!
I had only recently learned to love. I was collecting poems. At the times I I saw her, my fiery heart used to be relieved as if drinking the ice-cold water of Roboski!
I used to have different kinds of happiness and angers; like showing off against my Fenerbahçe supporter friends when my favorite team Galatasaray defeated their team, or in my
own way protesting the racist mindset which revealed after the earthquake in Van
I used to have pretty dreams, they bombed them!
They will never know into how many pieces they were broken apart, just like they will never know into how many pieces my body was torn apart
I am sure my mother will never be able to find a cure to relieve the pain of her pigeon. Should he happen to ask you, please tell her that; Those good people went away with those good
donkeys and they havent turned back
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 the pigeon of my mother and the brother of Mervan.
I am the third son of a family with nine children, in this territory where children grow up very early
To send pocket money to my brothers studying at a university, I left my school which I had with great difficulty continued till the ninth class.
My mother wouldnt go to sleep until I returned home from smuggling, she used to pray for me, wishing nothing bad would happen to her pigeon When I returned home and saw her
awake, I used to console her and say that; Dont be afraid Mum, nothing bad will happen to me. Even if I happen to face something bad, Ill be with my best friends.
My best friend Celal was also with me that day. We were going to play a football match on the following day. We loved the life as much as we could die for it but I wish we hadnt died!
I had only recently learned to love. I was collecting poems. At the times I I saw her, my fiery heart used to be relieved as if drinking the ice-cold water of Roboski!
I used to have different kinds of happiness and angers; like showing off against my Fenerbahçe supporter friends when my favorite team Galatasaray defeated their team, or in my
own way protesting the racist mindset which revealed after the earthquake in Van
I used to have pretty dreams, they bombed them!
They will never know into how many pieces they were broken apart, just like they will never know into how many pieces my body was torn apart
I am sure my mother will never be able to find a cure to relieve the pain of her pigeon. Should he happen to ask you, please tell her that; Those good people went away with those good
donkeys and they havent turned back
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.
