Photographer's Note

I am referring to the dead of Halapja. The men, the women, the children, and the elderly. They died inhaling Hydrogen cyanide. They dropped lifeless like the Autumn leaves. They did not have time to say things like, I love you, to their loved ones. They did not think of bidding a final farewell the way the terminally ill do in our lives. In the minutes that they had, they reached out to each other. They embraced one another. They dropped dead like this father and this daughter...I cried for them, which is not that important, but I also cried for humanity, which I think we should all do from time to time.

That photo have taken in Halapja Museum

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Additional Photos by Mahmut KACAN (noahsark) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 306 W: 87 N: 183] (1092)
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