YPJ Kurdish fighter in Kobani wrote to her mother; I am fine mom. Yesterday we celebrated my 19th birthday. My friend Azad sang a beautiful song about mothers. I remembered you and cried. Azad has a beautiful voice, he cried too as he was singing. He also missed his mother whom he has not seen for a year. Yesterday we helped a wounded friend. He got wounded by 2 bullets. He didnt know much about the second wound as he was pointing to the first bullet in his chest. He was bleeding from his flank too, we bandaged his wound and I gave him my blood. We are in the east side of Kobani, mother...A few miles only stand between us and them. We see their black flags, we listen to their radios, sometimes we dont understand what they say as they speak foreign languages but we can tell they are scared. We are in group of nine fighters. The youngest, Resho from Afrin. He fought in Tal Abyad then joined us. Alan is from Qamishlo, from their best neighborhood, he fought in Sere Kanya then joined us. He has few scars on his body. He tells us it is for Avin. The oldest is Dersim, he is from the Qandil Mountain, and his wife was martyred in Diyar Baker and left him with 2 kids. We are in a house on the outskirts of Kobani. We dont know much about its owners. There are photos of and old man and one of a young man with a black ribbon, seems like he is a martyr...There is a photo for Qadi Mohamad, Mulla Mustafa Barzani, Apo, and an old Ottoman map mentioning the name of Kurdistan. We have not got coffee for a while, we found out that life is beautiful even without coffee. Honestly Ive never had a coffee as good as yours mom. We are here to defend a peaceful city. We never took part in killing anyone, instead we hosted many wounded and refugees from our Syrian brothers. We are defending a Muslim city that have tens of mosques. We are defending it from the barbaric forces. Mother, I will visit you once these dirty war that was forced on us is over. I will be there with my friend Dersim who will go to Diyar Baker to meet his kids. We all miss home and want to go back to it but this war does not know what missing means. May be I wont come back mother. Then be sure that I dreamed of seeing you for so long but I was not lucky. I know that you will visit Kobani one day and look for the house that witnessed my last days...it is on the east side of Kobani. part of it damaged, it has a green door which has many holes from sniper shots and you will see 3 windows, one on the east side, you will see my name written there in a red ink...Behind that window mother I waited counting my last moments watching the sun light as it penetrated my room from the bullet holes in that window.. Behind that window, Azad sang his last song about his mother, he had a beautiful voice as he was saying mom I miss you MOM I MISS YOU Your daughter NARIN
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 11:34:55 +0000
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