There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment. "Robert Frank"
HALABJA (SPRING 1988)
Halabja is the old tale of unforgettable anguishes of human history. Halabja, the everlasting tale which has been recorded in the book of <human wonders>. Halabja is the territory of the Kurds, whom as far back as they can remember have been the victims of the most prejudice and violent actions of the unjust Iraqi regime due to their Islamic beliefs. Halabja is locatedin a vast area that both greenary and beauty as well as faith and resistance have grown and blossomed in it. Halabja is the old tale of the knife in the back, Halabja is the battleground of a regime, armed with complex warfare technology against the unarmed people of its own country; the battle of mustard gas with the lungs of the infant children; the battle of cynaide with the throbing hearts of the unarmed men and women; the battle of fighter bombers with mothers who have hidden in their bossoms their beloved children, or men who have turned their bodies into barricades for their wives. Halabja the innocent land whose cries of innocence was muffled in its own geographic boundries and where the resistance of its own people was choked with black chemical clouds. This projectis the clear picture of the tragedy of the chemical massacre of the people of Halabja that took place on March 27, 1988 and left almost 5,000 martyrs. Halabja is realistic account that reflects a corner of the Iraqi regime's battle against its own people. Halabja, spring of 1367, is the tale of death of humen, wild-life and greenery in the poisonous hurricane of hate, the tale of the burial of love and hope behind classroom tables, the tale of silent death in the small garden of house filled with love and finally the tale of this land on March 27, of the year 1988.