Men Carried the Wounded Kids and Women Stayed with the Dead Kids
Name and Last Name: Mina Tarakhel
Date of Birth: 27 September 2006
Date of Injury: 9 October 2015
Type of arm: Rocket
Mina: When the rocket hit our house, I was playing in the yard with my brother, sister, and cousins. I don’t remember anything else. Everyone was crying and my foot hurt so bad. In the hospital, I found out that my younger sister had passed away.
The girls in our village are not allowed to go to school. This is why we go to the mosque which is located in our vicinity to have religious lessons. After I was wounded, I stopped going to the mosque for religious studies.
My foot hurts sometimes now. There is shrapnel in my left foot. I went to visit the doctor again. After check-ups, they said there is no need for taking out the shrapnel.
Mina’s Aunt: It was 5 PM. Men went to the mosque to do their prayer. Women had not done their prayer yet. Mina and other kids were playing outside when the rocket hit them. I ran out and gathered the wounded and dead kids. It was a very bad situation. There were 9 kids and the fight started just then.
We were all wondering in those moments. We couldn’t understand what happened so quickly. When I ran out of the room, I faced a terrible scene. All the kids were injured and we had no idea who was dead or alive. I rose up one of the kids. He was in a very bad condition. We rose up the kids one by one to make sure they were alive. My 5-year-old son was dead.
Five of them were alive and the other four kids had passed away. Mina, Sameer, and Irshad's legs were cut off. Mina and Irshad were in bad condition. Two girls passed away on the way to hospital, one was 5-years-old and the other was 6-years-old.
The fight that started between the national army and the Taliban made our family mournful.
My cousins and brother took the injured to the hospital with the private car.
They went under operation that night. They cut off Mina's feet right that night. When she woke up, she was screaming and crying. Now she gets out of the home pulling herself, and has become a calm and secluded girl.
The doctors told us to come back after 6 months to get a wheelchair for Mina and Irshad. But Doctors without Borders were bombarded, and Mina and Irshad don’t have wheelchairs yet.
When the kids were injured, men took them to the hospital. I and the other women were busy with the dead. When I saw my son’s dead body, the day became dark for me as if it was night. I would check the wounded kids once and came to my son’s dead body the other time. My loved one was on the ground breathless.
The three of our kids who were dead were 5-years-old. When my brother came home from the hospital, he asked me whether I wanted to see the other kids or not. I said yes I want to see them! We buried our loved ones, now we have to visit them.
I lost my husband three years ago. Now I am a tailor. I sew collars and live in my father’s home with my brothers. I feed my children with the money I get from sewing. My 10-year-old son works too. We don’t have land so we could use the agricultural harvest. I try hard to feed my kids with sewing collars and my son’s wages.