O Come and Mourn; found by Eleanor Dent
We buried them. I took Ahmed and Aya
and buried them with my brothers.
I buried my kids with my own hands,
my wife and my brothers.
I used to call them, ‘Blondies.’
My son, come to see Papa!
My soul, my loves, my Aya!
I was right beside them.
I took them outside with their mother
when they were conscious
but, ten minutes later, we could smell it, the gas
and my children couldn’t handle it any more.
I left them with the medics
and went to find my family.
Second speaker **
I took my son
and left the house with my husband.
In the way, a big lorry stopped us
and told us that they had many dead people
and we saw our relatives.
All were my relatives, my friends, my neighbours.
I can’t believe it! My God! Children! Children!
Amarr, Aya, Mohammad and Ahmed!
I love you, my birds. Really, they were my birds.
I saw them. They were dead.
All are dead now.
O, Come and Mourn With Me Awhile.
Euronews broadcast a special report, ‘Syria: remembering the victims’ two days after a chemical attack killed seventy people, many of them children. The two speakers are related. Twenty-two members of their family were killed.
* Abdel Hameed al-Youssef