Akam omar mohamad – Activists
On this day seventeen years ago, journalist and writer Sorani Mama Hama was assassinated by a group of armed men outside his home, gunned down in broad daylight.
Since that time, the Barzani family has been repeatedly accused by the martyr’s family as the main suspects in his killing. The family continues to demand that the perpetrators be identified, brought to justice, and face appropriate legal punishment for the murder of Sorani Mama Hama.
Sorani was a poet, author, and journalist who had published numerous poems and investigative reports. One of his most notable writings, titled “The President’s Mistress and Clinton’s Mistress”, is believed to have drawn the ire of those in power—potentially marking him for elimination.
Seventeen years on, his case has seen no progress. His killers remain unidentified and unprosecuted.
There is blood that never dries.
There is blood that drips, then is wiped away with a wet cloth—like the blood of those who never made a difference, like the blood of a ram slaughtered for a holiday.
There is blood that flows and is washed away with a splash of water—like the blood of traitors and land-sellers, like the blood of abused women, like the blood of Sorani Mama Hama.
There is blood that spills and gives rise to the roots of a flowering tree—like the blood of a dignified woman murdered by the hands of cowards.
There is blood that falls and dries into the soil, becoming a map of a colonized nation—like the blood of our martyrs.
There is blood that quickly vanishes, becoming just another layer in the history of betrayal—like the blood of Bakar Ali and his comrades.
But there is a kind of blood that never dries.
Even after time has passed, it continues to leave a trace—a scar,
A reminder of corruption, cowardice, and the system that sustains it—
Like the blood of Sorani Mama Hama.
His blood is not red.
It is white, like the pages of his investigations.
White, like his pure and unwavering heart.
White, like the ink of every honest journalist who dares to stare into the eyes of corrupt power.
Sorani became a martyr.
His blood is now part of this land—
A land that must remember.
His blood will remain etched into our soil,
So that when the day of reckoning comes,
No one can pretend they did not see.
He was not merely assassinated—
He was immortalized.
A thousand salutes to the martyr of the pen, Sorani Mama Hama,
and to all the martyrs of the path of freedom, justice, awareness, and truth.
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