The little girl tells;
My parents , my brother and me I were looking for a place to shelter in the street at night. The flames from the bullets illuminated at night.My brother was laughing because he was a baby . He didn't know dark world. Seven soldiers came to us. My father ran over them to save us. In seven soldiers my father clipped a gun.My father died and he was a martry now. My motter was craying. We were running and we were crying.We were praying that God sent us help... we were very tired. My mother 's brother gave it to me and said to hiding.A soldier , my mother keep and killed. There was no one anymore.I prayed to Allah again.After a while, The Turkish Soldiers found of me and my brother. Yes I am here now. I see nightmares every night.My mother and my father died. I am very wondered...Why do not they help us ?.Is it because we are Muslim?.
But they don't know if it was the same case .
Whatewer religious , language , we were .we would help them. AMERİCA FRANCE BELGİUM SPAİN ENGLAND ect.Are not we all human?. Yes. HUMAN.!.😔.
