#raparin

[goransulaimani]

ڕاپەڕینی ١٩٩١ یان ڕاپەڕینە مەزنەکە ناسراو بە ڕاپەڕین بریتیی بوو لە ڕاپەڕینێکی جەماوەریی خەڵکی باشووری کوردستان لەدژی ڕژێمی بەعس بەپاڵپشتی ھێزە چەکدارەکانی بەرەی کوردستانی کە ئەوکات یاخیی بووبوون لەڕژێم و لەچیاکانی کوردستاندا دژ بەڕژێم ئۆپەراسیۆنەکانیان ئەنجام دەدا. ڕاپەڕین لە ٥ی ئازاری ١٩٩١ لە شاری ڕانیەوە دەستی پێ کرد The 1991 uprising, also known as the Great Uprising, was a mass uprising of the people of South Kurdistan against the Ba'ath regime, supported by the Kurdistan Front Armed Forces, which had rebelled against the regime and were conducting operations in the mountains of Kurdistan. The uprising began on March 5, 1991 in Ranya كانت انتفاضة 1991 ، والمعروفة أيضًا باسم الانتفاضة الكبرى ، انتفاضة جماهيرية لشعب جنوب كردستان ضد نظام البعث ، بدعم من القوات المسلحة للجبهة الكردستانية ، التي تمردت على النظام وكانت تقوم بعمليات في جبال جنوب كردستان. كردستان. بدأت الانتفاضة في 5 مارس 1991 في رانيا #raparin #ranya #kurd #kurdistan #new #ڕانیە #ڕاپەڕین #كورد #كوردستان (at Ranyaرانیه) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpZkxLXMavL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bokrah-a7la]

Somebody left a bunny on my desk 😍😍 #hospital #raparin #pediatric #baby #pink #doctor #doctorlife (at Raparin Pediatric Hospital ( Emergency Unit ))

[inkystamps]

Tammy snapped this picture of a prayer bead (misbaha) salesman in front of his shop in Ranya, Kurdistan on Raparin.  Raparin is the holiday that celebrates Ranya ("the gates of the uprising") starting a revolution on the 5th of March,1991 against Saddam's regime.  They successfully kicked out Saddam's soldiers and set off the chain of events that led to Kurdistan's current autonomy in Northern Iraq.  We visited on the day of the festivities to watch the parade and check out some Kurdish pride.  The streets of the old town were packed and the PUK (Patriotic Union of Kurdistan) party had dyed the water in the fountains green and put up thousands of green PUK flags around the city.  People were jovial, but snipers manned every rooftop in the city centre and Asaish (secret police) drove their vehicles up-and-down the street with gunmen securing the machine-gun turrets.  I felt reasonably safe until an excited mob began ushering a famous, local politician through the streets in huge numbers.  Soon after that, a plain-clothes policeman (presumably Asaish) demanded our identification cards and passports.  He said that we were suspiciously walking circles around the town taking pictures of the snipers, etc.  He found it difficult to believe that we were tourists, but after a few minutes he gave us back our identification and asked us to leave the city soon for our safety.  Seeing as how we had circled the city for hours and taken all the pictures of snipers that we really needed, we decided it was as good of a time as any to hit the road and head home.