
Singled out, threatened, chased at gunpoint from their homes.
Pursued purely because they are members of an ethnic and religious minority.
Iraq's Yazidi Kurds are
no strangers to persecution. Their faith teaches them that throughout
history, they have been subjected to 72 genocides. Many world leaders
fear they are on the brink of a 73rd massacre, this time at the hands of
the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria, which calls itself the Islamic
State.
Kurdish photographer
Warzer Jaff spent a week documenting the exodus of the Yazidis from
their ancient homeland. What is immediately striking in his portraits
are their piercing eyes.
"I am fascinated with the deep sadness in their eyes," Jaff says. "You don't see one single happy face."
There is little room for joy when one has been made instantly homeless.
In the weeks since ISIS
militants overran cities and towns in northern Iraq, the Yazidis joined a
modern-day exodus of hundreds of thousands of other Iraqis. Most of
those fleeing come from the many other ethnic and religious minorities
that make up the mosaic of the region, including Chaldeans, Assyrians,
Turcomen, Shi'ites, Shabbak, Kurds.
Instantly made homeless,
tens of thousands of these families have sought shelter in Iraqi
Kurdistan. Driving through this region, one can see families squatting
under bridges, camping in derelict buildings, unfinished construction
sites, churches, youth centers, open fields.
Each refugee shares horrifying stories of abduction and murder. Even more disturbing, the frequent refrain that "our neighbors did this to us."
Their claims that Arab
tribesmen joined in the looting and kidnapping of these defenseless
minorities suggests there is little hope these communities will one day
live side by side together again in peace. As one senior Kurdish
official put it, "the social fabric has been torn."
"I don't want to live
with Arabs anymore, they take our land, they kidnap our women, and they
kill us, why should I live with them?" asked Ali Khalid, 75, a Yazidi.
He wandered amid the
tents of a brand new refugee camp leaning on a cane; his long white
mustache, a proud symbol for Yazidi men, drooping over his mouth. Like
nearly every other displaced Iraqi we met over the last week, Khalid
urged Western governments to grant his people asylum in Europe or North
America.
Not far away, a grieving
mother showed a laminated identity card. It belonged to her 20-year old
daughter, Baran. She was fatally wounded by shrapnel two weeks ago,
Khokhe Namir said, while racing out into the backyard to pull a child
back to safety.
"I buried her with my own hands," Namir said, scraping at the dirt with her fingers, as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Amid the grief and
despair, there are still moments of childlike innocence. In a refugee
camp for Iraqis that sprouted up in a Kurdish-controlled enclave in
Syria, a red-haired girl picked through a pile of second-hand clothes
donated by local Kurds.
"I like the bright colors and the flowers," she said, after eyeing a long dress decorated with pink flowers.
Last Friday, Jaff
wandered up from a tent in a refugee camp in Iraqi Kurdistan visibly
shaken. "There's a newborn baby who was born on the mountain, I'm afraid
she's going to die," he said.
In the tent, the parents
of the 6-day-old girl had bound their infant in a sheet and laid her on
the dirt, atop a pile of blankets and cushions. They didn't have a
cradle for the child.
The girl was born on
Sinjar Mountain. Tens of thousands of Yazidis sought refuge on its
heights as they fled ISIS fighters, only to find themselves trapped and
surrounded by the militants.
Jaff took the little
girl's parents into town and bought them a cradle and extra food for
their baby. Across the Kurdish regions of Iraq and Syria, there have
been many similar acts of kindness and generosity from locals toward
their less fortunate cousins from farther south.
The baby's parents told
me despite the heat, she was eating normally. The girl appeared healthy.
Her mother said she was thinking of naming her child Hajar. Loosely
translated, that means migrant or as the family interpreted it, "Exile."
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