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war on terror : london based photojournalist

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War on Terror: HEATHCLIFF OMALLEY Photography

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War on Terror : Heathcliff OMalley is a professional photographer based in London, England shooting Editorial and Corporate assignments and the occasional Wedding on request . He also has a long standing contract with a national newspaper .

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Portraits of Syrian child refugees - in pictures

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About half of the 4.8 million Syrians who have fled their homeland are children, and some of the most vulnerable live in dozens of makeshift tent camps. Children in these camps near the northern Jordanian city of Mafraq say they miss their old lives in Syria

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Islamic State has killed a Syrian poet and his adult son, whom they captured after a funeral and accused of apostasy, rights groups said.

Mohammad Bashir al-Aani had published three volumes of poems and was known for his lyrical style and opposition to the government of President Bashar al-Assad, the writers' group PEN International said.

The poet, who was in his mid-fifties, and his son were seized by Isis fighters several months ago in their home town of Deir ez-Zor, where they had returned to bury Aani's wife after she died in a Damascus hospital. They were held with around 100 others before being killed, local media and rights groups reported.

"We are shocked and deeply saddened by reports that Mohammad Bashir al-Aani and his son Elyas were murdered by the militant group Islamic State which had accused them of 'apostasy'," said Salil Tripathi, the chair of PEN International's writers in prison committee.

"The deliberate murder of civilians during an armed conflict is a war crime and both those who commit them and those who order them must be brought to justice."

The men were the latest cultural figures targeted by a group that has also killed journalists and a top archeologist.

Last August Isis militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the ancient city because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.

Khaled al-Asaad, 82, had worked for more than 50 years as head of antiquities in Palmyra. He played a key role in evacuating ancient treasures before Isis took control, but refused to flee the city in the face of the militants' advance.

The group has targeted journalists who oppose it, both inside and outside Syria. Ruqia Hassan, 30, who wrote about daily life in the Isis stronghold of Raqqa was killed last year after being accused of spying. Isis is also thought to be behind the killing of the journalist Naji Jerf in the Turkish city of Gaziantep.
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Isis kills Syrian poet who opposed Assad government

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Islamic State has killed a Syrian poet and his adult son, whom they captured after a funeral and accused of apostasy, rights groups said. Mohammad Bashir al-Aani had published three volumes of poems and was known for his lyrical style and opposition to the government of President Bashar al-Assad, the writers' group PEN International said.

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I am an Aboriginal women, born in 1987 into a staunch family who were ready to teach me and my siblings the truth from birth. They had walked the walk and had earned their right to talk the talk, to educate.

But before I had even left my mother's womb, I was a statistic, another Aboriginal person to be counted on the census to add to the 3% or so of other Aboriginal people that made up our population in 1987 on a continent where only 199 years prior to my birth, we made up 100% of it. By 1900, it was estimated that the Aboriginal population had decreased by 87%.

Many Australians today will tell you that what happened was not their fault, that they can't change what their ancestors and other "colonisers" did. In order to truly understand, this country needs to accept a lot of truths that are otherwise conveniently ignored.

I've never known 26 January as Australia Day, I was fortunate to be educated outside of the official curriculum and was taught what really occurred on this date 228 years ago. It is because of that education I know 26 January as Invasion Day and the Day of Mourning. On this date began a war, an unsolicited occupation and the mass murder of our people. The acts of aggression committed against Aboriginal people constitute nothing short of genocide, yet many Australians chooses to remain wilfully ignorant.

The true nature of the Frontier Wars is rarely taught in schools and most our massacre sites go unrecognised by the mainstream. Yet Anzac Day is made a public holiday so the country can commemorate the sacrifices of those who fought a foreign war on foreign shores. This is a prime example of white Australia's denial and guilt. Maybe it's just too close to home, too unsettling for them to acknowledge that the land they stand on was stolen, drenched in the blood and suffering of our Aboriginal ancestors. The longer they exclude or sugarcoat the whole truth from the curriculum, the longer non-Indigenous Australians will remain ignorant.

It was on 26 January, 1938 when the Aborigines Progressive Association declared this date the "Day of Mourning". A conference and protest was held "against the callous treatment of our people by the white man during the past 150 years".

Seventy-seven years on, this is still a day of mourning. We choose this day to commemorate our fallen warriors. We take to the streets to pay homage, to continue their legacy of fight and resistance. They did not die for us to celebrate the beginning of invasion and genocide. It is only because of all our ancestors have done that we can call ourselves Aboriginal, that we still have an identity. Every time we take to the streets we continue to stand for our Aboriginal identity in an attempt to be free, for our people now and those of the future.

If you ask most Aboriginal people what it means to be Aboriginal, they'll proudly tell you the name of their tribe and where they belong. To varying degrees, we still have our stories, songs, dances, languages and ceremonies. Our identity is an ancient one, rooted in ancient customs, traditions and culture, all connected to people, place and creation.

But if we ask what it means to be Australian? Ask any Australian about their national dance, culture and language. They can only give you an example of something adopted from elsewhere, more often than not the United Kingdom. They do not have anything of their own to connect to but a recently-formed national identity, connected to a country many thousands of miles away, privileged to be living on stolen land and the proceeds of genocide.

Australians can take responsibility for what their ancestors did and maybe find a true meaning to their identity by firstly encouraging the teaching of real history pre- and post-1788. They could go further to understand that not all Aboriginal people want to be recognised in the Australian constitution, and that voting in any election on this issue is an assertion of their privilege.

Instead, they could listen to the alternatives that we discuss among ourselves, such as a treaty, a seventh state, even our own tribal council to make our own laws that would allow for land to be handed back on our terms, not the terms of the coloniser. And on days like today, the rest of Australia could commemorate the invasion and death of our lands and people, not celebrate it.

But for now, I am angry. I see red. My blood boils. And as I head to my favourite beach, on my beautiful island home to write this article, a convoy of patriotic tourists flying Australian flags bigger then their windscreens, are bogged in the soft sand of Stradbroke Island. The family members stand on the sand dunes, drinking beer, cheering the drivers on as they rip up the dunes as a form of entertainment.

Australia still has a long way to go.

"Our stories, our way" - each week, a new guest hosts the @IndigenousX Twitter account to discuss topics of interest to them as Aboriginal and/or Torres Strait Islander people. Produced with assistance of Guardian Australia staff.
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On this Invasion Day, I am angry. Australia has a long way to go | IndigenousX

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I am an Aboriginal women, born in 1987 into a staunch family who were ready to teach me and my siblings the truth from birth. They had walked the walk and had earned their right to talk the talk, to educate.

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The Australian artist Ben Quilty travelled to Lebanon, Greece and Serbia as a guest of World Vision, visiting refugee camps with the author Richard Flanagan - who has written about plight of the 5 million Syrians fleeing their country. Quilty drew the people they met, and gave children in the camps crayons and paper so they could draw their memories of Syria and the images that haunt their dreams

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Ben Quilty's haunting drawings of refugees from Syria - in pictures

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The Australian artist Ben Quilty travelled to Lebanon, Greece and Serbia as a guest of World Vision, visiting refugee camps with the author Richard Flanagan - who has written about plight of the 5 million Syrians fleeing their country.