I drive to the mountains when I want them to hear my pain, I run toward the mountains wanting this pain to go away. There's something absolutely beautiful and stress-free knowing the only thing surrounding you are the mountains of Kurdistan. And so I imagine those stress-free moments and decide to run toward the mountains to echo my pain, my sorrow, and my love for Kurdistan. I take in the moments of fresh air, allowing myself to take powerful breathes knowing I’m away from the busy city that is constantly beside me. A city that doesn't take the time to appericate where they are and who is with them, A city that doesn't take the time to reminisce the culture, history, and ancestry that have passed these streets, trees and mountains within them.
And so I drive to the mountains in hopes that my echoes could be heard, that maybe the mountains will respond back with a way to give peace and freedom to my people. I run to the mountains in hopes that my echoes calling for the mountains to help me will give me any form of strength and motivation knowing that thousands of Peshmergas have crossed these mountains to battle for Kurdistan. My echoes are still speaking even when my voice has stopped, my echoes are still being heard even when my mouth isn't moving. I want those echoes to reach those who do not want me on this mountain, I want those echoes to be heard in the streets of cities who celebrate our loss, so they can hear what true beauty, passion and dedication sounds like and what pure love, sacrifice, and history feels like.
As I scream to the mountains I hear my own voice echoing back at me and I suddenly notice the emotions behind my own voice. I scream to the mountains in hope for an answer, but all I hear is my own voice echoing back at me as if it I am answering my own questions.
And so I allow my echoes to be heard across the mountains of Kurdistan, through the branches and the leaves that move in flow with the wind. I allow my echoes to be heard across the imaginary borders that try and trap my voice in, through the air strikes that try to break in. I will let the world know that my echoes will never stop, that they will one day shake the earth for those to finally know that I'll forever plant my feet on this mountain and scream for my echoes to be heard "This is MY home".