By Khidher Domle
Fa’izah Thiab Sarhan
Despicable sectarianism and bullets that do not distinguish who we are and agree on one thing: Death. Adam … Adam … Adam,” a voice calling from far away. Your father is dead. This is what young man Adam, 25 years of age, responded when he explained the reason for leaving Baghdad.
Adam’s eyes widened and a pretty smile engulfed his hoarse voice, full of suffering. I stood frozen in my place, failing to understand what my friend said. Unconsciously, I climbed into my car and drove away, thinking about how I would find my father.
September 28, 2013 was an unforgettable night. I found my father drenched in his blood. Next to him was a gun that belonged to those who tricked him. A treacherous bullet was stuck in the side of his body.
My eyes looked at my father as he lost consciousness. I yelled at people congregated around him. Police … police … police. A police car was close by, and we used it to transport him to hospital. Hours later, they took the bullet out and dressed his wound.
Adam and his family lived in the Mechanic neighborhood in Al-Dawrah, which has a Christian majority in Baghdad. It was his birth place.
After that, Adam decided to leave and told his mother and three sisters of his decision. “We are leaving Baghdad.” Three days after the incident, we decided to leave, says Adam.
When I exited the Baghdad gate, leaving everything behind me, not knowing what was waiting for me and my family, and my father with his bleeding wound, and the fear chasing me, my tears fell and I started sobbing. My twin sister blamed me for crying. “You are our man now.” I wiped my tears. We arrived at Irbil after a tiresome journey during which I went down memory lane.
He had no relatives like other Christian families which resort to the Kurdistan region.
He described his feelings, say: “I did not sleep all night. I cried continuously. How can I support my family? Six people, and I have nothing except an old car and a few pennies.
Adam describes the adventure of searching for a job as a miracle from God, because it was a sheer coincidence involving a neighbor who asked him to work with him, after which his life and that of his family changed. He continues to strive to overcome the ordeal which accompanied his life since he left Baghdad.
There are hundreds of families like Adam’s, from the Sabean-Mandaean, one of the oldest religions of Mesopotamia, who left Baghdad an lived in Irbil and Al-Sulaymaniah after being persecuted and harassed in Baghdad and other cities in middle and south Iraq.