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Roboski waits  5.1.2012    
By The Zagrosian - Kurdistan

Women mourn for victims of a Turkish air raid, at the cemetery of Gulyazi Village, Sirnak province, near the Iraqi border, on December 30, 2011 Photo: Getty. 
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January 5, 2012

Last year concluded just a few days ago and probably with a lot of joyous smiles on shining faces, champagne-bottles waiting to be emptied, fireworks in multitudes and some traditional new year promises each and one of us silently utter in the cold, maybe together with the loved ones, or even the one!

We are often frightened by the uncanny velocity with which time flies. I mean, it has already been a year. Can you imagine? This one long ride into a new decade, now to an end! And yet, we often seem to manage to do the things we all planned to do, at their assigned times. The birthdays, the homework, the dates, the job interviews, the Christmas presents – as if life turned into a one high-speed train we all have to jump on, before it vanishes together with our dreams in the horizon. As they did in Roboski.

No, we’d be giving the Turkish authorities way too much credit if there’d be any high-speed trains in a Kurdish village such as Roboski, in the poor Kurdish region of Turkey. The only glimpse of advanced technology Turkey gave to the villagers was the fast F-16 planes that dropped death upon defenseless villagers, who saw their own children’s corpses burned beyond recognition.

38 young men died in Roboski a mere day ago, in the ages between 16 and 20. The Turks claimed that a mistake must have been committed in their otherwise so calculative war-machine that currently violates their own population in the south-east. The military has vowed to investigate the matter and eventually find out what and who was the cause of the supposed mistake.

As for the 38 burned bodies and the mothers who are about to bury their own children, the investigation means yet more time. More time to wait, more years to see pass, more visits from the military, more violations and more oppression. They are quite used to waiting – the wars, rebellions and oppression are soon going to have their 100-year anniversary as the Turkish republic will celebrate the founding of the state a century ago. When it comes to patience the Kurds are not only suggested to wait, but patience has become a defining element of what makes you a Kurd. You have to wait. You need to wait. You cannot do much else besides waiting. Because you are not in power of your own destiny, nor can you even dream of the power to make your son stop burning or blow life into the napalm-covered body of his. Time is therefore your sole companion when you wait for justice that never comes, when you wait for others to act, to see, to protest, to do a little more than squeeze in a sigh of frustration in their schedule before continuing to watch Scrubs on the TV.

Time is everything for the villagers. For Roboski. As life left the bodies of the 38 youngsters, as Turkish warplanes dropped the bombs, big bundles of time fell upon the heads of the mothers – who had no choice but to pick them up and accept them into their frail, tiresome lives. It was wrong, it should have been the other way around! the mother might yell. Why give the parents all the time, the time that was denied our own children? What of those 60-70 years every young man had left? What about those few days before New Year’s Eve? Couldn’t you have waited for just a few more days?!

But the war-machine never waits – that is what the victims do.

Your year may have been quite a short one. So has mine. And yeah, it truly is amazing how fast time flies for some of us. The lucky few of us. Those of us who weren’t in Roboski who aren’t in Kurdistan, who can set the sky aflame when we enter 2012 while others sink down their kids into early graves beneath snow-covered, bloodied earth.

Let 2012 be a year where we, the lucky few, take time off the shoulders of the many, so that their years can fly as fast as our own, so that they won’t have to wait. Let us become their sons and daughters, helpers in need, providers in distress, supporters in mourning and fellow humans in this world and the next.

Let us help Roboski and Kurdistan, readers. For they are waiting.

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