FINAL RETURN HOME;
Your final return home was not what we expected it to be. Your final return home was not what you expected it to be. You lived your life anticipating the moment where you could finally pack your bags as a diaspora Kurd and step foot into Kurdistan one last time. For good. Forever. Forever is what you got dapîr (grandma). Forever is what God gave you. You were someone who never fully unpacked her life in a country where you did not belong. You had luggage's anticipating their final destination to Kurdistan not knowing when you did finally return to your homeland there would be no luggage with your name on it. Your dream was always to return home, to return to Kurdistan and to live life to the fullest, but you never had the chance to do that. Time was catching up and your luggage bags were getting old and sick. You returned home as pure as God made you. Peaceful, sleeping. Kurdistan missed you dapîr, it wanted you back where you always belonged; where you planted your roots and identity. Though how you returned was never how we wanted it to be, I'm happy to say that you're finally home. Your roots that you planted before you left was returned to you. You finally get to stay forever surrounded by the mountains and sleeping next to your brother. Welcome dapîr your final return home, to Duhok Kurdistan. The mountains definitely missed you, and we will too.
[This story is solely dedicated to my dapîr who I miss very much, and love. She was an incredible woman who gave love to her family every day and took care of her children until her last breath. Insha'Allah jehê bahshtîya]