Ten years after Iraqi Christians fled IS (Islamic State) forces assaulting their homes, 70,000 Christians have now returned to their ancestral homes in the Nineveh Plains, thanks to the support of Aid To The Church In Need. We decided to look in the archives at one of our reports from August 2014 on the plight of Iraqi Christians, and we wanted to re-share it with you today because it contextualises this important victory of this momentous return of Christians to Iraq, and puts into focus their suffering and their strength in Christ.

The heat in Erbil is overwhelming, with its semi-desert surroundings and its crushing 44-degree Celsius temperatures of Iraqi summer. At first, one is struck by a deceptive air of peace in this city, the capital of Kurdistan. There is nothing to suggest that in this part of the world, at this very moment, the destiny of thousands upon thousands of people hangs in the balance. You cannot hear it, you cannot see it or sense it, but the Islamist forces are just 25 miles from here; and just a week ago they were at the very gates of the city. Behind the church walls, in the schools and the sports centres, in the shade of half-finished buildings, the reality is hidden: thousands upon thousands of refugees, perhaps up to 70,000 of them, scattered between 22 reception points.

One of the main hubs is the Chaldean Catholic cathedral, better known as the Cathedral of Saint Joseph, in Ankawa, the Christian quarter of the city. An estimated 670 families have sought refuge here and in the buildings in the immediate vicinity. A makeshift tarpaulin, or the shade of the buildings, are all the relief they have to protect themselves against the crushing, relentless heat. Most of them are sitting on the ground, in small family groups, on mattresses or sleeping mats. Others are seated on plastic chairs. Ankawa is one vast waiting room. There are thousands of faces, but only one story, one witness, one destination that unites them all: they are refugees, condemned to death for being Christians.

**A Christian family sleeping on the ground in Ainkawa, Erbil, after IS (ISIS) attacked Qaraqosh and other Christian villages during the night on both the 6th and 7th of August 2014.**

The exodus of 100,000 Christians

On 6 August, the Kurdish Peshmerga fighters who were defending the Christian area to the north of Mosul withdrew. The first bomb fell on the Alyias home in Qaraqosh killing two children, cousins David and Mirat, who were playing in the garden, and gravely wounded a third person. The alarm rapidly spread throughout the city: "ISIS is at the gates, the Peshmerga are no longer defending us; take your families and flee!" Qaraqosh was a city of some 50,000, a Christian centre for centuries. Everyone left with whatever they could carry. The only ones who remained behind were those who could not move from their houses; the sick and elderly. The people of Qaraqosh were joined by those from other smaller towns in the surrounding area, such as Bartella and Karemlesh. During those days an estimated total of 100,000 Christians left their homes in the region of Niniveh in an exodus of apocalyptic proportions, fleeing in the direction of Duhok, Zahko and Erbil.

It is hard to imagine the panic people must have felt in order to leave without looking back. This is less difficult, however, for those who have lived for years surrounded by, suffocated by, and attacked by this islamic findamentalism. Many of them still bear in their very bones the trauma of 10 June, when in the space of a few hours, ISIS forces seized Mosul without anyone attempting to defend it. Nobody – neither its politicians, nor its army – moved a finger.

**Church of St. Joseph - Christian refugees who fled ISIS taking shelter in makeshift tents without rooves outside St. Joseph’s church in Ainkawa, Erbil, in 43°C, August 2014.**

Every family has a tragedy

In the city of Mosul alone, it is estimated that more than 1,000 people have been murdered for their faith since the defeat of Saddam Hussein. Every family has its own tragedy, its own dramatic story; everybody has family members who were murdered, massacred. "This is my brother Salman, he was 43 years old; they shot him three times in the head, five years ago, in Mosul," said one of the displaced. Next to the speaker, his mother slowly takes out the photo, holding it between both hands: there is so much pain in this gesture, in those eyes. They fled from Mosul and took refuge in a village close to the ancient monastery of Mar Mattai (Saint Matthew) where they had relatives. They thought they were safe there; hope was reborn for the future; but the advance of the Islamic State forced them to flee again.

A few miles from there, Yacoub, another refugee, shows us his leg, crippled and covered with scars from the bomb that exploded in 2008 in a Mosul church. When the jihadists issued their ultimatum to the Christians in Mosul in July, Yacoub fled with his four daughters to Al Qosh. From there he left in a second exodus two weeks ago to the north of Duhok. He has lost his land, his home, everything he possessed; he has suffered the consequences of the destruction in his own body. But it is not the scars on his leg that trouble him; the great sadness for Yacoub is the future of his four daughters.

**The family of Salman, 43, who was murdered by IS (Islamic State) forces in Mosul.**

The fate of the children

"Not for us, but for our children," this is the unspoken appeal of a mother of one of the six Syriac Orthodox families, with 16 children altogether, who have found shelter beneath the awning of a tent in the Chaldean community of Mangesh. One of the little girls is singing a song in English, surrounded by all the other children: "They all love me, they all love me." The children, who understand nothing of wars, or hatred, or massacres, who know nothing of what is happening, are not concerned about the future. It is strange to see so many children together, yet not see a single toy, a single doll. Many of the babies are lying directly on the floor, some of them are in little carry cots.

Sleiman is carrying his three-year-old daughter in his arms. "What has she done for them to throw her of her land and make her have to live like this?", he says to me. "Like this", in this case, means living with eight families to a single room, with mattresses, food and water given to them by the Church, in infernal heat and in subhuman conditions. In Erbil there are field tents set up for those who cannot find space in the rooms of a sports centre, with around eight people in each. It is like an inferno during the day, given the extreme temperatures, reaching as high as 48°C inside the tent. At night time there is the danger of being bitten by rats and scorpions.

"We are saving our lives, the honour of our wives and daughters, and our faith." These are the three principal reasons for their hurried flight. And this swift action is what has saved them from suffering the fate of the Yazidi community, who were massacred, raped and enslaved. Nevertheless, for the Christians of Niniveh, Qaraqosh, Al Qosh, Telfek and so many other places, they have been robbed of something more than purely material things, namely, hope.

**Displaced Iraqi children under a bridge in Dohuk, after fleeing with their families from ISIS.**

A land drenched with blood

"I cannot go on living here," laments the father of David, one of the boys killed by the ISIS bomb in Qaraqosh. "This country is drenched with blood." The mother, a young woman clothed completely in mourning, buries her head in her hands, weeping. They have no papers, no passports. They don't know how to go about requesting a visa, but they keep repeating over and over again that they want to go, they don't care where, but simply out of this land of suffering. Here there are no specialist staff to help them deal with their trauma and tragedy; they are crowded together with all the other refugees in a school in Ankawa.

His brother Adeeb used to work for the dam in Mosul. In broken but clear English, he asks: "Why is it that the Muslims who come from outside have their rights recognised in the European countries, while here they treat us like dogs – yet in our case we haven't even come from outside – this is our country, isn't it?" Adeeb speaks of the biblical roots of Nineveh, of the land of the Tigris and Euphrates, of the presence of the Christians in Mosul since the second century, of the monastery of Saint Matthew, of the Aramaic language, the mother tongue of Christ, of the Syriac and Chaldean Catholics, of the Orthodox Christian communities and of an entire, centuries-old religious and cultural heritage, now wounded by death.

**The destroyed town of Qaraqosh (Bakhdida) in 2016 after it was liberated from ISIS.**

The Church as an anchor of help and consolation

Yet this past is also present, real and active. The priests, religious and bishops are all trying to help in whatever way they can. They are everywhere, calling, organising, asking, listening, counselling, praying. What would become of them if the Church was not here? Who would care for them? The same applies to Duhok, where another 60,000 or so Christian refugees are scattered amongst the villages and hamlets to the north of the city – some even as far as the border with Turkey. The work being done by the Church is extraordinary.

Father Samir is a Chaldean Catholic priest in one of these villages to the north of Duhok. He tells of the shock of that first day when, throughout the night until the morning, this innumerable exodus of people began, filling the streets, sleeping in their cars and on the pavements. In the parish catechetical centre alone there are now 77 Syriac Orthodox families, 321 people altogether, of whom 35 are children. Father Samir does not return home before one or two in the morning. Days of work have continued since then, without a minute's pause. At 10 o'clock at night there is a call on his mobile phone explaining that two Yazidi families are on the roadway and have nothing. Father Samir goes out to find them, to bring them mattresses and to find them a place to stay in his sister's home.

L-R: Chaldean Patriarch Louis Raphael I Sako, Archbishop Emil Shimoun Nona (Chaldean Archbishop of Mossul) in Tilke, and an unnamed third bishop. The bishops are visiting some of the 45,000 refugees from one particular ISIS blitz. Archbishop Nona himself was also one of those 45,000 refugees.

The Chaldean Archbishop of Mosul, Emil Nona, is one of five bishops who have likewise been expelled and displaced, and who have lost their homes. He comes round, accompanied by a priest, bringing packets of foodstuffs, visiting the communities, noting their needs: mattresses, tents, a fridge, medicines. He counsels and encourages them. This is a time when the suffering Church comes face-to-face with the heroic Church, which truly lives the Gospel. It is a Church which needs the support, the prayers and the solidarity of its Christian brothers and sisters throughout the world.

In Erbil, Duhok and Zakho, all over Iraq, the face of suffering is seen on so many faces and in so many tears, and there is little hope left: "When merely human hope has vanished, only Christian hope remains." And everywhere one hears the unanimous cry: "Help us, we cannot continue like this. We, the Christians of Iraq, are victims of disaster, holding out our hands in the hope that someone will save us from death." They are hoping that the international community will respond and that it will not be the Church alone that comes to their aid. It is a matter of more than mere Christian charity; it is a matter of salvaging the present, the past and the future of an ancinet culture and religion. And so they are calling for immediate aid to help them get out of these makeshift camps, from those tents, suffocating beneath the sun. But also for lasting help – protection and security, the right to live their faith, which, for the Iraqi Christians, is their very culture and identity and which they wish to live out in their own land – the land that belonged to their fathers and grandfathers before them.

Reading this from the vantage point of ten years later, perhaps it is easy to gloss over the reality that Christianity in the Middle East has been teetering on the edge of collapse for many years now. 70,000 Christians returning to their homes in Iraq is but a start, and we have many more brothers and sisters who need our help to rebuild and restore what has been taken from them. Please consider donating to ACN Ireland today, so that we can continue to support the Church in need.

6th August 2014: The hundred thousand faces of suffering Iraqi Christians