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“I found some milk and I felt my way to them and then I found their mouths and gave them milk,” she said. She didn’t believe the doctors who told her that she would be infertile, and in 1991 she gave birth to a boy. He died at the age of three months.”I met Nasreen last month in Erbil, the largest city in Iraqi Kurdistan.She is thirty now, a pretty woman with brown eyes and high cheekbones, but her face is expressionless.Fifty Canandians, born in India, Iran, Brasil, Bengladesh, Haiti, .also in BC, Ontario or New Brunswick, ... Discovery of a song, a novel, encounter of a futur husband, .of them has a story in which Moliere's language is the main character.the late morning of March 16, 1988, an Iraqi Air Force helicopter appeared over the city of Halabja, which is about fifteen miles from the border with Iran.
As night fell, the family’s children grew sicker—too sick to move. He was so thirsty he was demanding water.” Others in the basement began suffering tremors. I told her it was just the usual artillery shells, but it didn’t smell the usual way weapons smelled. A woman named Hamida Mahmoud tried to save her two-year-old daughter by allowing her to nurse from her breast. But she kept nursing.” By the time Muhammad decided to go outside, most of the people in the basement were unconscious; many were dead, including his parents and three of his siblings. Someone—she doesn’t know who—led them away from the city again and up a hill, to a small mosque, where they sought shelter.Nasreen’s husband could not be found, and she began to think that all was lost. There was shouting and crying in the cellar, and then people became short of breath.” One of the first to be stricken by the gas was Muhammad’s brother Salah. March 16th was supposed to be Muhammad’s wedding day. His fiancée, a woman named Bahar Jamal, was among the first in the cellar to die. Hamida thought that the baby wouldn’t breathe in the gas if she was nursing, Muhammad said, adding, “The baby’s name was Dashneh. Nasreen said that on the road to Anab all was confusion. “But we didn’t stay in the mosque, because we Bakhtiar, Nasreen’s husband, was frantic. They couldn’t control their muscles.”Bakhtiar still had one syringe of atropine, but he did not inject his wife; she was not the worst off in the group.She led the children who were able to walk up the road. She and the children were running toward the hills, but they were going blind. Outside the city when the attacks started, he had spent much of the day searching for his wife and the rest of his family. When I got there, I found that Nasreen was alive but blind. “There was a woman named Asme, who was my neighbor,” Bakhtiar recalled. She was yelling and she was running into a wall, crashing her head into a wall. I asked my husband about my mother, but he said he didn’t know anything. He was avoiding the question.”The Iranian Red Crescent Society, the equivalent of the Red Cross, began compiling books of photographs, pictures of the dead in Halabja.“Many children were left on the ground, by the side of the road. They were running, then they would stop breathing and die.”Nasreen’s family did not move quickly.“We wanted to wash ourselves off and find water to drink,” she said. We couldn’t decide whether to drink the water or not, but some people drank the water from the well they were so thirsty.”They ran in a panic through the city, Nasreen recalled, in the direction of Anab.