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Issue #1741      July 27, 2016

Jassim – the need to remember

In 1998, a young boy, Jassim was dying from leukaemia, in a hospital in Basra, Iraq. As a result of the first Gulf War in 1991, in which missiles and bullets were coated in depleted uranium. This has been linked to the increase in childhood cancers in Iraq.

I first read about Jassim in the New Internationalist, November 1998. There is a photo of Jassim, a most beautiful young boy, his head resting on a pillow. His expression of extraordinary composure, saturated me with sadness and anger. Jassim was a poet. He wanted to be a poet when he grew up. He died in late 1998, because the chemotherapy he required came too late. This was due to sanctions imposed on Iraq by the United Nations Security Council. These sanctions stayed in place until approximately 2003.

Today, if Jassim had lived, he would be 31-years-old. I have two children aged 33 and 35 years. I cannot but compare the circumstances that life’s opportunities have presented to them; beginning with where they were born, Australia! Jassim was selling cigarettes on the streets of Basra before he became ill.

Jassim is never far from my thoughts, and for many reasons. I continued to be saturated with great sadness and anger, but, alas greatly heightened. I cannot but think of all the children in the world, for whom life’s circumstances, such as premature death, suffering, persecution, poverty, war, sexual abuse, seeking asylum is their daily struggle – all caused by the adult world!

Jassim keeps returning to me, at unexpected times, and in different ways. Sometimes it is a moment of stillness, silence or reflection. Sometimes, a moment of grief that belongs to another child. I framed his story. I read his poem often (published in the New Internationalist); it brings sobriety and a deep emptiness.

On occasion, I try and imagine, what life would have offered him. What choices he would have made, or been available to him. His unwritten poetry. He was cheated of his journey from boyhood into manhood.

David Whyte, poet and philosopher in his poem, “The Lightest Touch”, said, “Good poetry begins/with the lightest touch/with a breeze arriving from nowhere ...” Given what has happened to Iraq in the years since Jassim’s death: sectarian violence, the 2003 invasion of Iraq by the “Coalition of the Willing”, the rise of ISIS – not “the lightest touch”, nor “a breeze arriving from nowhere”.

How would his poetry, his language, have come from his soul? Yet, it is often poetry that can resonate with insight, truth and hope. Jassim was denied from following in the literary tradition of his people. For whom does his memory give reason to hold?

I am full of shame, knowing our borders would be closed to him, if he were seeking asylum in Australia today.

New Internationalist

A poem by Jassim

Identity Card

The name is love
The class is mindless
The school is suffering
The governorate is sadness
The city is sighing
The street is misery
The home number is one thousand sighs

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