This is Hatra, as seen from the road in July 2005, as it was. It is largely no more.
In one of my previous posts I wrote about taking convoys all over creation, but mainly through the harsh badlands of the open desert in Ninawa and Al Anbar provinces. One of the main turn-off points was a road that took us off the hardball of Route 1 and directly past this UNESCO world cultural heritage site. I am pretty sure it was also in opening scenes of the movie The Exorcist. We got to have a good look at these monumental ruins every time we drove by; despite my wanting to (trust me) we never entered – we only just drove by. Even the bricks on the exterior walls of this place that were within arms grasp as we rode by had engravings on them. This place is about as old as fuck.
It’s no longer there. Well, it’s there – it has just largely been destroyed by those shit-heels known as ISIS, or ISIL, or fuckbags, or Daesh. And I think that is truly a shame. Well and truly a shame. These fuckstains have been on a purge of not only Iraqi government officials, military, policemen, cultural and religious minorities – they’ve been purging Iraq of its most historic sites; this is a loss to the world. It was bad enough that these sites were mostly off-limits because of the Saddam regime, but now they are being lost to the sands of time prematurely at the hands of maniacal megalomaniac zealots.
But anchient and other holy sites aren’t all that are being purged. Iraq’s minority Christian population has largly fled or been systematically rounded up for execution for being, well – Christian.
These are the people of Quara Qosh (some of them). Quara Qosh is a moderately-sized town to the way-East of Mosul and not to far from Irbil. ISIS/Daesh now occupies it. It was Iraq’s largest concentration of ethnic Christians, and when I visited it once on a reconnaissance patrol it was odd to see crosses atop churches versus the crescent moon accompanying minarets. These were good, honest folks. They got out of our way when we drove on their roads. They waved and smiled but it wasn’t the fake-shit you could easily see right through in other towns. They sat and talked with you more about life, coping, and solutions instead of problems and needs. They were real nice, decent plain-old folks I’d expect to find somewhere in the American breadbasket.
And they’ve fled their homes, and some have picked up arms to join up with the Peshmerga to fight the radical idiots in ISIS. What do I think about when I hear all of these things on the news that I try not to even watch in the first place?
I think about anger, and frustration, and the absolute waste of it all. The thought that these ISIS motherfuckers are so jaded and delusional to think that they can erase history and erase people – and that their legacy is going to replace that and live on in a magical caliphate with rainbow-shitting unicorns and Sharia law for everyone? What, those mud huts and shitty buildings are going to be a testament to your awesomeness? Get fucking real!
I personally have a burning hatred to see them, their families and their very ideas erased from existence, like they have been doing to Kurds, Christians, monuments, history – and any other fellow Muslim that gets in their way.
Sorry – rant over