The connection that was created in this town was a way of finally getting to know more about my own father that I have never known before. Throughout my 15 years of life, I knew nothing about my father's life as a child in this town. The town that raised my father as the man he is today, the town that broke him when he saw his mother pass at a young age, and the town that celebrated with him when he went to his brother's wedding. Sersinkê created my father to be a strong and caring man who truly never depicted his emotional side to his children. He went through life never telling stories about his childhood until when he decided to take me back to Kurdistan for the first time in a long time.
When we reached Sersinkê we bought bags of candies to hand out to the children on the street during the days of Ramadan. We walked into the cemetery as a way of greeting his mother because we still weren't aware of her resting place (FULL STORY ON THAT GOING UP MONDAY). We walked through the neighborhoods and streets to reach a house where my father declared as his home. This was home to my father, where he can still remember which each room stood for and where he had found out his mother had passed away. During this day I met my father for the first time. I met a whole version of my father where my eyes were not able to hold back their tears and my words were not able to become full sentences because I never knew that my eternal love for my father could grow. The bond I share with him grew stronger because we shared these connections, the memories, and the stories of my father's life living in Sersinkê.
The hardships that he faced accepting his mother's death, and the challenges he faced with little to no money and no food in his stomach. This all made him the man he is today. The town of Sersinkê gave me an opportunity to share a truthful connection with my father without holding anything back.
I learned about my father's jobs at the restaurants and how he would break the dishes himself just so he wouldn't wash them. I learned about the struggles my father faced when going to school hungry and because of that did poorly with his grades. I learned that during the times of going to school my father would oftentimes walk with very old or broken shoes on his feet without any money to buy new ones.
I learned that Sersinkê influenced and help create the man my father is today. A man who never takes anything for granted. Who fights for my education and who knows the value and worth of having money and food. Due to these memories, my love for my father became infinite through a pure and true bond that we both share that can never be broken. A bond that is represented through our love of Kurdistan, our love of passing on stories to the next generation, and our love of learning about the history of our people.
I saw the most venerable side of my father that I've never seen before. Thank you Sersinkê.
This story is very personal to me and my father and is a memory that I will cherish.
With the blog post on Monday, I write about the story behind his mother's passing and the stories my father told me about that day.
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