Yazidi Genocide: How Faisal’s Family Was Massacred
On the train from Hannover, I realized that I, too, was now traumatized. Families were heading home from Christmas shopping with helium-filled balloons. Teenage girls were giggling with squeaky voices after breathing the helium, toddlers were playing with their new toys and squealing with joy in the aisle. These were happy families.
It seemed unjust that they should dare to be normal and oblivious after a genocide.