My name is Kavi (or Kavy). Kavi is the snow on top of mountains that does not melt in spring and summer. It is in the Badinani dialect, and in Sorani it is “Kawi”, interestingly, it is also very close to the word “Kêwi” which means wild! I was born, raised, and grew up in Sulaymaniyah, the capital of culture in southern Kurdistan. I moved to the United States of America about two years ago to further pursue my education and personal goals.Read More
My name is Perzha and I’m a nineteen-year-old fashion student. I was born in Slemani but my parents decided to move to the UK shortly after my birth. I’ve been living there ever since. For many decades now, clothing has become much more than just a way to keep warm and covered. In fact, it has become an expressive mechanism for me, the shape and flow of my outfit speaks to people around me.Read More
Hello friends! My name is Fatima Telli.
I am a Kurdish- Canadian author, mother, wife, and pre-trial clerk.
I wanted to write a thrilling and exciting piece for Alin’s blog (I even thought about writing an Inventory of Being) but truth is I haven't climbed any mountains or fought any battles. But what I have done, is lived a life worth sharing, a story worth telling.Read More
My Diaspora Reality
I was born and raised in the United States. For almost the first twenty years of my life I grew up in a culture, my American culture, that barely knew who the Kurds were and where the Kurds were from. I will never forget when I was in the fifth grade, someone asked me where I was from and I said Kurdistan. The person who asked me naturally replied with, “Where is that” and as I began to describe geographically where that was what came out was, “it’s in northern Iraq”. “Oh so you are Iraqi, is Saddam Hussein your uncle” followed by laughter from a kid who didn’t know any better.Read More