Halabja

March 16th is not merely a routine commemoration; it is the cold breath of our homeland and the silent cry of Halabja’s children echoing through the pages of history. As thirty-eight years have passed since that heartbreaking tragedy, the scent of apples and death still lingers in the streets of that city, and its wounds testify to how a town can become a victim and be sanctified like a sacred cemetery. Halabja has become a scorched page in history, revealing to the world how the Kurdish people were consumed by fire and poison. Yet this day carries a lesson for humanity—one that shows that no force or tyranny can extinguish a nation’s will to live. We salute the pure souls of the martyrs who, with their blood, have inscribed the name of the Kurds on the immortal pages of history.