Raqqa: A day in life of doctor

Abdalaziz Alhamza – Exclusive – Raqqa is being slautered silently

If I said that I don’t like to see or I can’t to look at the bloods a lot of you will critical me and i’ll be the first of you, I’m a doctor, I used to see it since my first years of study and dealing with the bodies and the surgeon and the various types of operations later after I started to practice my profession and began my work as a doctor.

I chose this introduction to point for something, a lot will ask what is it and what is the link, I’m the doctor (A-R) from Raqqa city which became a symbol of a group, the name of this city is no longer linked to Haroun Alrasheed or to Alfourat river, her name is now linked to an organization became known with his ideology, approach and march

There is a close relationship between the doctor and bloods , something is less than normal that used to a doctor to see, but not all wounds and bloods are the same , yes, it’s different when you are at the surgical room and there is a patient is bleeding a lot and then the blood unit comes after waiting and after losing hope that that patient won’t survive and the disappointment is starting to get into you in fear of losing that soul between your hand , but then you can never imagine the happiness in seeing that blood unit , it’s not just a unit , it’s a new soul sent by god to put it into that human been that lying in front of you and his only hope is that blood unit and you .

This one story and there are a lot like it, I can dwell on as much as I want while describing to you my joy to see bloods . but will I be able to describe when I see other bloods and I mean with other is   the “retribution “the word that I can never translate into any human language because I can’t understand it and I learned as a human been and a doctor that, the wound need to be treated and the blood need to be stopped and the sick organ of the body need to be taken care of and it needs medicine and sometimes for surgery.

But, to see on public people cut the head of other some human because of some charge no one knows even those enforcers and with a trail no one attended to but the executioner and  confessions no one heard it but only one person called “judicial” and he may not have any knowledge about  his religion or worldly , these particular bloods, I can’t see and I can’t forgive it if it’s ever bleed , these bloods is different, it taste like oppression and pain buried under a humanitarian stolen by some prosecutors, a humanitarian that the whole world was accused in losing it and turned the monsters in forests to tame animals , the wounds also are different when you see two men holding a child of 18 years old and put his hand on a table to cut it and the child is looking into an eyes don’t know anything about fear and no life in it an eyes of stone lost it hope of shining and won’t shin with a miracle would come to save it . My friend child, a man has grown prematurely, the time of miracles has passed and the time of death is next. Shutting his mouth and covering his eyes. Third man against the table, pulls the child’s hand, that small whit hand Yellowish ashamed of herself and was asked any guilt I was cut, but there won’t be any answer, and a fourth man stand happy and cut it. I close my eyes in spite of I’m the doctor who get used to see wounds and bloods but these bloods I can’t stand to see, that moment has a heavy impact on my mind , believe me , it squeezes my heart , dry the bloods in my veins and makes me nothing m without any address or soul .

We took the child to the hospital , we did everything he needs to ease his pain and the death of his hope , the hope that died  on public and all of us are silent and please don’t say why we are silent m because you won’t understand and won’t know unless you were there , and I will stay there and won’t let down the people there and run a way , I’ve sworn my own swearing between me and myself that I will never leave this place , land and people , I won’t give up for them or for a world lost all the conscience.

Believe me , till today I still have that joy of having the bloods unit at the surgery room that will save some one and it could be any one , but in the end he is a human been and my mission is to save that human been as much as I can.

media activist from the city of Raqqa, student at the Faculty of Law at the University of the Euphrates. Director of the Media Office of Raqqa, founding member of "Raqqa is Being Slaughtered Silently", founding member of the documentary project of "Sound and Picture". I work in documenting violations committed by Assad's regime and ISIS group and extremist organizations inside the city of Raqqa, as I work in programming, design and visual media. I hold a certificate of coach in digital security, and a certificate of journalist coach, and a certificate in documenting violations against human rights, and a certificate in electronic advocacy. I underwent a training under the supervision of "Cyber-Arabs" in collaboration with the Institute for War and Peace "IWPR", about the management of electronic websites and leadership of advocacy campaigns, and a training of press photography under the supervision of the photojournalist "Peter Hove Olesen".


  1. Sid
    October 1, 2015 - 2:12 pm

    You must stay strong. You helped the child live through the pain of the lost hand. If only a little comfort, for him it would have been like a father with his hand on his head to say that everything will be fine in the end.
    Remain steadfast, your time will come.
    I salute you.

  2. Vikram bakshi
    October 21, 2015 - 6:19 pm

    Sir, whole humanity is ashamed and it is people like you that world is still surviving . It’s a loss of whole human race , it is not your pain or Muslim pain it is pain and shame of whole human race. God willing things will be good again.

  3. Faj
    November 18, 2015 - 11:11 am

    ISIS kill a thousand man…but you can hide…I will find uuuuuu….

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