Gentlemen, raise your heads and listen to the silent screams of the tormented throughout Iraq, both historically and geographically. Don’t forget, after having a gulp of tea, the heart of a mother, who left her child to die of thirst, this is a heart that broken in the summer on the foothills of Mt. Sinjar. [Don’t forget] the girl, whose joy of her success, as she escaped, is not complete, [because] in her body there are still 4 shrapnel fragments until now. Thank you