LIFE; PART 2
As I drive up the mountain on the roads of Lufet Babîrya and embrace the beautiful landscape in which my village is placed on I smile with light. As I wait patiently for the sign to welcome my father and I home I start to embrace the walls of Lufet Babîrya. I place my hand out the window and feel the wind of my village as it signifies the life and the warmth of my people. I listen to the tires of the car driving over the small rocks and dirt on the road as it continues to make sharp turns to reach the top of the mountain. I start to count how many turns it takes to finally be able to see my beautiful village again. To see my family who remembered death and built life, who craved those deep paths that connects life of this village and the memories of the old one. who created the path to the gardens, the path to the graveyard, and the path to the water. Gundê Babîrya represents the ways in which we as a village and as a larger community within Kurdistan accepts our history like our own identity and blood, but do not let it define our present and future moments. I step out of the car with my father and take in the air of the mountain, the air of Kurdistan, and the air of my village. I am surrounded by my family, by the kids of Gundê Babîrya. I look at my father as he looks around at his surroundings and opens his arms to accept the kisses and hugs from his family that reside in this piece of Kurdistan. After looking at my father I start to look at my surroundings I see the homes, the gardens, and the large black berry tree that has been there for generations. I suddenly stop and I smile at the sight of time stopping on the other side of this mountain. As I see the fallen rocks, the tree still standing, and the craved path that represents my old village. My people placed Gundê Babîrya on the other side of the old village to be a daily reminder of the struggles that were placed on them, and to remind them that death is never just an excuse for sadness and hurt, but the ability to build such strength to create life again. Gundê Babîrya created life again in historical moments of death and despair. I knew after witnessing such life that I was where I belonged, that this was where my heart resided.
[ as this series of part 1 and part 2 is dedicated to Gundê Babîrya for always welcoming me and my family home. Welcoming me as their own sister or daughter and allowing me to create beautiful memories with my father]