‘’ East or West Home is Best’’ which means that whenever one goes to a place she/he would not find a better place than their original one. From the 3rd August and till the moment I am writing, I am thinking of my sweet home and sweet village. The village that I grew up in and have the best memories from there but because of the cruel attacks on the city and the village by ISIS we had no choice but to flee and find another place to live in. Leaving our hometown with all the memories has left a strange spot in our minds.
Shingal, the town that multi-ethnic groups of people lived in is now facing the most difficult times in its history. In Shingal you would feel part of the community. There was no racism among its people. The Christian and Muslims would go to their Yazidi brothers’ houses and celebrate the feast with them and vice verse but the barbarian ISIS have separated them and kidnapped their women, girls and killed the men.
I do remember the old nice days we spent together as young men in the nice village. We spent our times together, and we would have our own small group and have our own picnics. In spring we would go for walks and the land was covered with green colors. But again when one thinks of the trauma and disaster that fell upon Shingal and its people one would fall in grief and would never forget the fact that our women and girls are being sold as slaves and men being killed and children separated from their mothers. However, we will preserve our culture, the various-cultural coexistence and our lifestyle. We are waiting patiently to go back to our liberated Shingal very soon and resume our normal life as usual.