I saw the pictures of Doa stoned to death by a crowd of men,
I remembered those days when I was a child; the small
puppies were stoned to death by a bunch of kids because
every body thought they are Glaw (dirty). Now, their barking
is ringing in my ears and their images are in front of my
eyes. This time, the victim in not a puppy, it is a 17 years
old girl who fell in love with a young boy from different
faith. This time the wrong doer is not a bunch of kids. It
is the entire town with the support of the authority.
Doa is not the
only girl who murdered in Kurdistan, but her killing was the
most brutal one. Who knows!
women and young girls are murdered and burned to death in
Kurdistan because she fell in love, had sex and got pregnant
before her marriage, she was seen with a boy, she talked to
a male strangers, and so on. All these crimes happen under
the authority of Kurdistan Regional government. The killers
are free. Nobody goes to jail because he killed his sister,
daughter, wife, cousin,.., even his mother to return what
they call the honor
to his family or tribe.
When I was a
young girl in Kurdistan I heard all kind of stories about
The young high
school girl named Kilthum who got pregnant when his
neighbour sexually assaulted her. Her family took her to a
graveyard and give a pistol to his baby brother to kill her.
The story of my
friend’s wife; she was seen with a taxi driver. Her brother
kidnapped and killed her without the knowledge of her
husband and young children, .., and so on.
I always wanted
to convince everybody and telling them killing those women
is not right including my family. My mother was telling me
“Please do not say that to strangers. We know that you are
crazy, but other people don’t know that. They might think
you are bad girl too”.
I never felt
safe among my family who had to suffer every single day to
provide me a meal and protect me against the enemy. I never
felt safe among my nation, which I had to fight beside
others to get a freedom for it. I was insulted every single
day by male fellow citizens when I was going to work to
I cursed my
nation and left my birthplace searching for my freedom and
respect. Recently, I thought Kurdistan is changed and became
a modern and democratic place. I was wondering if I could go
back to Kurdistan with my children and live among my family
and loved ones. When I saw the video clips about Doa’s
killing, I changed my mind. I thought it is not right to
take my children to a brutal jungle. The fate of my beloved
daughter might be the same as Doa’s and the small homeless
Once again I
had to curse my nation and my savage leaders who hide their
ignorance by wearing suit and tie. They never did anything
to stop the honour killing.