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F. Almukhtar: Youth in Iraq
Written by Fatimah Almukhtar
Friday, February 5, 2016
World International Harmony Week
Toward Peace and Reconciliation in Syria and the Middle East - The Role of Religions
United Nations, Vienna, Austria, February 5, 2016
You’re on the beach, walking deeper into the sea. You can feel the water brush against you as you move farther from the shore. You STOP. The waves get stronger, and with every tide you feel the force of the water get more convincing, trying to compel you to just let go of your grip and fall to your doom.
What do you do? Do you give up? Do you fall? Or do you stand resilient, strong and determined? Do you refuse to be pushed down? Do you refuse to allow yourself to be victimized by your circumstances?
I’ll tell you what the youth of Iraq decided to choose. We chose resilience; we chose to stand strong and we refused to be victimized.
One of the worst waves hit my home, Baghdad, in 2003. This was one of the first instances when we vividly saw our youth decide to stand for their country and for their people. I remember the inspiring story of a young man I once knew. He was a graduate, fresh from medical school, on the eve of the war. He could have fled. He could have run. He could have taken refuge in Syria like so many others. But he didn’t. He refused to be a victim of the war. Instead, he and his colleagues decided to stay. While their families all fled to safety in neighboring countries, they lived at the hospital doing everything in their power to help the injured. They helped those who did not have the ability or the means to help themselves. They were put into the worst situations. Medical supplies were running low, they were untrained, they were not specialized, they were forced to perform procedures that some of the best doctors in Iraq had no experience performing. They learned to improvise; instead of traditionally relieving pressure from the chest cavity with medical supplies, they did it with pens. Every patient was a wave for them. With every injury they felt the pressure. With every tear they felt the waves get stronger. With every drop of blood spilt, they thought of giving in. But they didn’t. They faced everything. They were resilient. They were strong. They did NOT give in.
The waves kept coming and with every tide they got stronger. The waves seemed to never end. But neither did our determination. But neither did our willpower. But neither did our strength.
This is Al-Mutanabi Street. It is in the heart of Baghdad’s old district. It is named after a very famous Iraqi poet, Al-Mutanabi. It is a place where various intellectuals, poets, philosophers and artists meet to exchange knowledge, listen to lectures, have discussions, and educate the masses. The best-known of these cultural education sessions take place on Fridays. But it’s not just lectures and discussions. The street is drowned in books. A paradise beyond your wildest imagination, if you’re a bookworm like myself. Knowledge on every subject you could ever dream of is laid onto the sidewalk waiting for you to engage with it. This is not just any open book market. This is a book market where every store is owned by authors, poets and intellectuals who passionately tell stories about every book in their store and the whole subject’s history. It was weird for me to return there last year.
I always remember that when I was a young girl, this street was one of the most dangerous: the constant target of various terrorist groups and militias. However, when I was in Iraq last year for the first time since 2006, I was shocked. I skeptically visited Al-Mutanabi Street on a Friday, expecting to see very few people, let alone any youth. I was very wrong. The street was overflowing with young people hungry for knowledge and education. Whether it was philosophy, art, politics or poetry; they just wanted to learn something new. Al-Mutanabi Street is still not one of the safest places in Baghdad. However, that didn’t matter. These people were willing to risk their lives to fulfill their thirst for education and hunger for knowledge. Target after target. Bomb after bomb. Shooting after shooting. That did not matter to the youth of Baghdad. Fridays meant education, and no wave, no matter how strong, was going to get in the way of that.
But it wasn’t just the Iraqi youth that decided to stay who showed this passion for resilience. Even those who eventually ended up leaving radiated with determination, intent and purpose. In the face of all those who saw us as victims, we stood tall. We proved that we were more than that.
I was 14 when I moved to Vienna with my brother. We were both minors leaving our family behind in Baghdad. We were lucky, though. Our aunt offered us a home, warmth and a safe place to stay. However, a different type of wave hit me. I was in a new country. I was put in school without knowing the language or the culture. I had to learn everything by myself. I did not want people to see me as a victim of the war, as a poor Iraqi girl who had survived horrible circumstances. I wanted to be an equal. So I as well decided to stand resilient to these waves. I learned the language very fast. I finished school and entered university from which I graduated just last year.
But my resilience did not stop there. This summer I decided to help with the current refugee crisis. I witnessed the fear in their eyes of being seen as victims. I witnessed the same willpower to start a new life that I had. I decided to work with mainly youngsters. I wished to give them guidance and inspiration through their journey to overcome the waves. From teaching them German to trying to integrate them through many activities such as sports to just sitting with them and telling them about life in Austria, I am doing everything in my power to give them strength and confidence. Just because they decided to leave, it does not make them weak. It does not make them victims. They can still show determination; they can still stand strong.
I will not stop being resilient. I will not stop holding their hands as they make their way through the waves. No matter what kind of waves we, the youth of Iraq, face, we will still stand tall and determined. Our willpower and strength will not be taken away by terrorism or war. We are like everyone else. A 14-year-old in Iraq is like any 14-year-old in the world. They have the same dreams, the same ambitions and the same goals. They were just born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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