The Tsunami of Iraq
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The Tsunami of Iraq
The morgues at the hospitals of Baghdad are filling to capacity. At
Yarmouk Hospital in central Baghdad, the three freezers reek of decaying
bodies, despite the temperature.
The smell rushes out at us as the doors are opened. I’ve smelled the
burning bodies on the funeral pires in Nepal…but this is different. This
smell…how do I describe it? But it never leaves me, long after we leave
the hospital later.
The smell rushes out at us as the doors are opened. I’ve smelled the
burning bodies on the funeral pires in Nepal…but this is different. This
smell…how do I describe it? But it never leaves me, long after we leave
the hospital later.
Many of the bodies are from Fallujah, obviously picked off
the streets-parts of which are eaten by dogs. The bodies
from Fallujah have the typical oddly discolored skin , along
with other abnormalities .
I walk out of the first freezer straight into a metal pole. Two of the
people with me, including Abu Talat, make sure I’m ok as I stand there
stunned…I didn’t even feel the pole, just that it stopped me from
proceeding to the next freezer.
Bodies are piled into the freezers and most are uncovered, but not all.
The hardest visuals to get out of my head are those of the eyes.
The doctor with us says that most of the bodies have been shot…and are
not from Fallujah. The violence against Iraqis continues
unabated…worsening by the day.
I do my job…taking photo after photo of the most horrible thing I’ve
ever seen in my life. Many of the bodies are so old they are shrinking
into themselves.
After the last cooler, we start to walk away. I am spitting, trying to
get the smell to leave me…Abu Talat is staring off into distance. After
I gag, the hospital worker who accompanied us to the coolers walks
towards me with a small vial of scent, and begins rolling it across my
upper lip.
“Shukran jazeelan (thank you very much),” I tell him, then he proceeds
to do the same for Abu Talat, then we walk on.
We talk with the doctor more as we shuffle along. “The morgues in all
the hospitals are filling with bodies everyday, most of them shot by
soldiers,” she says, “But also from crime and accidents. So many dead
civilians.”
We walk, well, kind of shuffle out of the hospital, towards the car.
“That is the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I say to Abu Talat.
We get in the car and just drive.
“I don’t know what to do,” I tell him, “What do you want to do?”
He holds his hands up, expressing that he doesn’t know either. “Let’s
just drive,” I say.
“Ok, I’m just trying to drive,” he replies.
I decide to go buy some supplies…grasping towards normalcy as I catch
whiffs of the decaying bodies despite the nice smelling scent that was
rubbed across my upper lip.
We buy some lunch only because it’s lunch time and we’re supposed to be
hungry, then drive the rest of the way to the hotel.
My head is spinning, as is Abu Talat’s. “I am traumatized,” I tell him.
“Yes, my head is spinning also,” he replies before adding, “I want to
take a shower.”
“I wish I could shower from the inside,” I tell him.
“From the outside it’s very easy,” he says quietly, “But how do we clean
from the inside?”
We go to my room and I begin writing. The food sits in its bag on the
couch…Abu Talat says, “In Islam, if we touch a dead body, even if we
just see one, we should shower,” he says while walking into the bathroom.
He pauses as he catches me staring out the window at nothing, “Hey,
don’t think about it. I know it is hard.” I slowly look up at him as he
adds, “It is harder on me, because I am Iraqi. My heart is shredding.”
He walks into the bathroom of my hotel room to take a shower, as I go
back to writing this.
Nobody knows who these dead people are. The coolers are full. Others are
full too, in the other hospitals.
He finishes and begins to pray as I start my shower, trying to wash the
bodies away. It helps, some.
But it’s the eyes that got me. And they won’t go away.
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** http://dahrjamailiraq.com **
The Tsunami of Iraq
The morgues at the hospitals of Baghdad are filling to capacity. At
Yarmouk Hospital in central Baghdad, the three freezers reek of decaying
bodies, despite the temperature.
The smell rushes out at us as the doors are opened. I’ve smelled the
burning bodies on the funeral pires in Nepal…but this is different. This
smell…how do I describe it? But it never leaves me, long after we leave
the hospital later.
The smell rushes out at us as the doors are opened. I’ve smelled the
burning bodies on the funeral pires in Nepal…but this is different. This
smell…how do I describe it? But it never leaves me, long after we leave
the hospital later.
Many of the bodies are from Fallujah, obviously picked off
the streets-parts of which are eaten by dogs. The bodies
from Fallujah have the typical oddly discolored skin , along
with other abnormalities .
I walk out of the first freezer straight into a metal pole. Two of the
people with me, including Abu Talat, make sure I’m ok as I stand there
stunned…I didn’t even feel the pole, just that it stopped me from
proceeding to the next freezer.
Bodies are piled into the freezers and most are uncovered, but not all.
The hardest visuals to get out of my head are those of the eyes.
The doctor with us says that most of the bodies have been shot…and are
not from Fallujah. The violence against Iraqis continues
unabated…worsening by the day.
I do my job…taking photo after photo of the most horrible thing I’ve
ever seen in my life. Many of the bodies are so old they are shrinking
into themselves.
After the last cooler, we start to walk away. I am spitting, trying to
get the smell to leave me…Abu Talat is staring off into distance. After
I gag, the hospital worker who accompanied us to the coolers walks
towards me with a small vial of scent, and begins rolling it across my
upper lip.
“Shukran jazeelan (thank you very much),” I tell him, then he proceeds
to do the same for Abu Talat, then we walk on.
We talk with the doctor more as we shuffle along. “The morgues in all
the hospitals are filling with bodies everyday, most of them shot by
soldiers,” she says, “But also from crime and accidents. So many dead
civilians.”
We walk, well, kind of shuffle out of the hospital, towards the car.
“That is the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I say to Abu Talat.
We get in the car and just drive.
“I don’t know what to do,” I tell him, “What do you want to do?”
He holds his hands up, expressing that he doesn’t know either. “Let’s
just drive,” I say.
“Ok, I’m just trying to drive,” he replies.
I decide to go buy some supplies…grasping towards normalcy as I catch
whiffs of the decaying bodies despite the nice smelling scent that was
rubbed across my upper lip.
We buy some lunch only because it’s lunch time and we’re supposed to be
hungry, then drive the rest of the way to the hotel.
My head is spinning, as is Abu Talat’s. “I am traumatized,” I tell him.
“Yes, my head is spinning also,” he replies before adding, “I want to
take a shower.”
“I wish I could shower from the inside,” I tell him.
“From the outside it’s very easy,” he says quietly, “But how do we clean
from the inside?”
We go to my room and I begin writing. The food sits in its bag on the
couch…Abu Talat says, “In Islam, if we touch a dead body, even if we
just see one, we should shower,” he says while walking into the bathroom.
He pauses as he catches me staring out the window at nothing, “Hey,
don’t think about it. I know it is hard.” I slowly look up at him as he
adds, “It is harder on me, because I am Iraqi. My heart is shredding.”
He walks into the bathroom of my hotel room to take a shower, as I go
back to writing this.
Nobody knows who these dead people are. The coolers are full. Others are
full too, in the other hospitals.
He finishes and begins to pray as I start my shower, trying to wash the
bodies away. It helps, some.
But it’s the eyes that got me. And they won’t go away.
_______________________________________________
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