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History Is Made By Those Who Hang Heroes
by Edna Yaghi
My name is Movladi and I am a
Chechan freedom fighter. Those who write history call me a
rebel. But the label is untrue for as all freedom fighters; I
fight for the liberation of my country from the oppression of
an invading atheist enemy.
The Chechen people have been
fighting against Russian oppression for decades. Several times
in recent history, the Russians have made serious attempts to
exterminate my people. Under the guise of an alleged bomb
attack last year, the Russians used this as an excuse to
launch an all out war against the Chechen people. The siege of
Chechnya has now entered its forth month.
At the time of this writing, the
Russians now control one third of the Chechen capital of
Grozny. During daylight hours they gain control of more
Chechen held outposts, while at night, brave freedom fighters
retake much of what was earlier confiscated.
We have suffered heavy losses.
The odds against us are so great that anyone can tell that we
do not have a chance. But, we are fighting for the freedom,
the very survival of our country and we are not afraid of
dying, for we know that we fight Jihad in the name of God. To
die, is the greatest blessing any martyr can have. This is why
we have had any chance at all of fighting against a very
heavily and well-equipped Russian enemy.
My comrades and myself have been
surrounded by Russian atheists who fear no God, fear no evil
and who continue to pillage and plunder Chechen villages. Our
supplies have been cut off and we wage a war against the kafr
invaders in sub-zero temperatures.
What is even harder to bear than
the arctic cold is the fate of the elderly and women and
children. The other day we visited a hospital. My stomach felt
so queasy when I saw the civilian wounded especially the
children. One of the young nurses was crying and she could not
stop. I will never forget the faces of the small children who
have been wounded by tons and tons of relentless Russian
mortars, shells and bombs. This is not merely a war waged by
the inadequate old drunk Yeltsin against rebel Chechen
soldiers, but an attempt at genocide...an all out war against
the civilian population of my people. Russian tanks now blast
away buildings in Grozny while helicopter gunships hover
overhead, firing down on our positions. Warplanes and
helicopters have flown more than 200 raids, the worst yet, in
the savage Russian bombardment of our city. One of the Russian
generals is missing. We have captured him and his name is Maj.
Gen. Mikhail Malofeyev.
In the streets of my beloved
Grozny, there is furious hand-to-hand combat and the Russian
forces are moving in on us freedom fighters from several
directions in an apparent attempt to sandwich us between their
forces.
Fierce fighting also continues
in the southern Chechen mountains where Russian aircraft and
artillery have been pounding our positions. As can be
expected, many of our civilian population have been killed.
As I write this report my hands
are freezing and I suffer from frostbite. When I sleep
intermittently off and on, I dream of my parents and my wife
and children. I have not received word from any of them for
days and do not even know if they live or not, or are among
the injured. Ah, but if only you could see Chechnya when there
is no war and when the summer season is upon us. It is a
veritable heaven. Green grass abounds all around and we are
blessed with abundant forests and pure unpolluted rivers. In
the summer, when there is no war, flowers of every color grow
everywhere and the Chechen earth is rich and fruitful.
What hurts me more than anything
is that no Muslim or Arab country protests our deplorable
situation except for some very brave Palestinians who have
lived all their lives under a brutal occupation of the
invading Israeli forces. It is only natural that they can
sympathize with us, for they have known the horrors of war and
occupation for more than 52 years. The only good thing about
my certain imminent death is that I will go to heaven and to a
far far better place than I have ever been before. I can only
hope that one day, my Muslim brothers will be united and stand
against the forces of evil and oppression. But it just might
be too late for the people of my beloved homeland, Chechnya.
Remember, as my fellow freedom
fighters struggle against our oppressor and exterminator,
history is written by those who hang heroes. We are the heroes
of this war...the unsung heroes.
There are heroes in the seaweed.
There are children in the morning. They are leaning out for
love. They will lean this way forever.
Source:
by courtesy & © 2001 Edna Yaghi
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