My father died before the Soviet Deportation from our village of Nakitchevan. My mother came with nine children. In 1933 they gave us a shovel and said build yourselves a home - no one ever knew where we were. It was just an empty field and probably didn't have a name. There were no cars, no roads, no planes, no communication - just steppes.

One year later, they came and visited each family in the middle of the night and asked who was the head of the family. My father had already died, so my brother, Abdullah, said he was the oldest son. He was 22 years old and had just gotten married. I was 5, the youngest when Abdullah was taken away. My sister lived nearby and her husband was taken, too. Neither of them ever returned.

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, my sister's son has searched to find out where his father was taken. He requested information from the archive and an answer came back: He was taken to prison in 1938 and shot as an enemy of the people --- an Iranian spy. He didn't even know where Iran was. He was illiterate. Though my brother disappeared that same night, my search has not turned up any information.

Nadir K. Nadirov
Kurdish engineer living in Kazakhstan
From the book, Kurdistan, In the Shadow of History.

Our family still lives in the village. The special relocation caused people for decades to fight for their physical survival so our grandfather struggled so that our family got an education. This is who we've become:

1 - Karei Nadirova - Grandmother and mother of the fathers of Sadik, Anvar and Nadir Nadirov
2 - Rashid, President "Pharmacia" shareholders association of Northern Kazakhstan
3 - Zarkal, teacher
4 - Abdulla, teacher
5 - Azim, Vice-President, Oil share-holding company "Shimkent Nefteoreint"
6 - Falok, mother
7 - Nazim, head of urological department of Shimkent Regional Hospital
8 - Zarifa, Director of Kindergarten
9 - Nazim, Phd., Dean of Kazakhstan's Institute of Chemistry and Technology
10 - Azo, housing administrator in Shimkent