Falluja Calls For Help
By Fadhil Badrani
15 November, 2004
BBC
A family came to me last night, asking if I knew anywhere they could get hold of some food.When I mentioned that Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat had died, they were shocked.
"It's a conspiracy," they said. "They have killed him so that his death overshadows our plight in the news."
When people in Falluja feel the world is not interested in their fate, they start asking if the media is doing its job.
A father who lost two children in the bombing wanted to know if everything I was reporting was actually being broadcast.
This city smells of explosives and decaying flesh.
It is a ghost town. In between the fighting, there are periods of absolute, eerie silence.
Many of the people have fled. The streets are empty, as are a lot of houses.
For those that are still here, the vacant houses left behind by the refugees can themselves become a refuge - a place to go when their own neighbourhoods are under bombardment.
I have lost track of the days of the week. I barely realised when Friday came and went.
Of course, there was no question of going to the mosque.
All the mosques are now targets because they have been used by both sides in this conflict, the fighters and the US forces.
With no fresh food coming in, those people that are still here have been surviving on a diet of dates.
US soldiers hold much of Falluja by day.
The night belongs to the fighters. Under cover of darkness, they regroup and receive fresh weapons and ammunition.
They are elusive figures. I have seen them in action, firing mortars and grenades at American troops.
Anyone who moves around at night is a target. The fighters can shoot you if they mistake you for an American.
The Americans, who leave some snipers behind in the city every night, will get you if they think you are a fighter.
Fadhil Badrani is an Iraqi journalist and resident of Falluja who reports regularly for Reuters and the BBC World Service in Arabic.
