A simple walk that doesn’t last a lifetime, but one I will remember forever. A simple walk like this is all I need to know that even though I was not born here, I birthed my love here. Even though I was not born here, I birthed my dreams here and my fight here. That these paved roads that are meant for sidewalks, these homes that have no backyard, and the people that can become family is beauty that I want to find. Walks like these allow me to understand that even though I did not live here that I will start my life here.Read More
Try and remove borders that are clearly visible, erase history that has been clearly written about, and destroy mountains that echo Kurdish language. Try and destroy villages with the over-used excuse of terrorism, kill children and identify them as terrorist, jail journalist and identify them as supporters to terrorism.Read More
We look to history books to take a glimpse of the past hoping that we can read about truth and how our people lived during certain time periods. Hoping to grasp a single moment that has been stopped and a single moment that provided freedom and strength. We take in each word as pure truth and each author as pure knowledge, we put these words into our mind and wait for the subject to be brought up with friends/family.Read More
my name, my beautiful Kurdish name that was rooted in culture and history. My name, Spoke on the tongue of my mother and father for the first time when I was born.
my name, my beautiful Kurdish name that planted the first seed in me that would grow to be my Kurdish identity. A name that spoke meaning on the culture of my people, the meaning of Kurdish traditions.
Let the flowers bloom in between the layers of the earth like the layers of your skin. let the flowers bloom in cracks and creeks of neighbourhoods like its hiding from the destruction of human kind. Let the flowers bloom with hope and confidence like it will last forever and never fade away. With petals that can fly after the death of a flower to find a new place to collect its power.Read More
“You were homeless?” is what I get asked every time I allow my story to be heard. “You lived under a bridge for 3 months?” is what I get asked when I try to explain to people where I have come from. The difficulties of hiding what you have been through and how that has shaped you has been a battle of past and present. It has been an internal battle of past and future and what my life will be if I continue to answer these questions to those english-speaking Canadians who have no idea in the what freedom means.Read More
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.Read More
The act of forgetting is the scariest thing to see and experience. I'm scared to forget my childhood and moments that I want to enjoy and relive all over again. I’m scared to forget such incredible and emotional stories that my parents chose to tell me about their past. I'm scared that I will forget to mention every beautiful thing about our Kurdish history to my children.Read More
"Kurdish women embody the strength of long hair. Every strand being made to protect made to grow, and made to know. I realized why I feel unquestionably comfortable with my long hair and why my mother never wanted me to cut it. It's a part of me and my history" (03.06.18/Instagram)Read More
The smell of apples can be a sign of spring and new beginnings. The smell of apples has been a sign of life and tasteful creations of God.
Though, our apples, our smells of those rotten apples were signs of a chemical storm dropping into a town of people. Our apples were the images of babies who died in their mother's arms, kids on the floor feet away from escaping, and men who all they cared about was protecting their own.Read More
The olive trees have been known to grow. To grow with strong roots, strong branches, and even stronger stem. The olive trees have been known to grow. To grow with incredible texture and a strong taste. A taste of resistance, freedom, and strength.
These olive trees are not trees to declare war. These olive trees are not the trees to freely destroy without consequence. The people who planted these trees that handpicked a land that is free allowed these trees to grow as strong as they could.Read More
If only I could speak I would tell you I'm crying but I can't seem to wipe my tears. I'm bleeding but I can't stop the blood from flowing into the ground. I'm hurt but nobody knows how to fix my heart.
If only I could speak I would tell you that I cry every time a fighter takes their last breath, I bleed every time a bomb is dropped on the land that represents me. I hurt when the world turns it back on me and the people that protect me.Read More
Every time I see those mountains I'm reminded of you. I'm reminded of you as a fighter. The fighter who fought for those 21 rays and the unconditional love for the mountains. The ones who faced death when the world caused you pain. The ones who approached death's door when the world ran away.Read More
My father who is in Kurdistan at the moment took this photo in Barzan while paying his out most respects to the incredible leaders. The leaders that spoke to my father in many ways than one giving him the courage to fight along with the pêshmerga during the Saddam era. He prayed for Kurdistan and thanked Mullah Mustafa Barzani for the incredible and brave work he did to fight for Kurdish freedomRead More
My father who strongly and proudly holds the Kurdistan flag as he is wearing traditional Kurdish clothing. He holds one side of the flag while I, his daughter hold the other. We are standing together holding the flag of freedom, the flag of independence, and the flag of Kurdistan.Read More
How lucky are we to be apart of the true path. A path that led all of us individuals who make up Kurdistan to true independence. As we walk through the path we carry all those before us, we appreciate the blood that spilled for the next generation and we remember those who dreamt of this journey.Read More
The dictionary definition of Independence is "not influenced by others in matters of opinion, conduct; thinking or acting for oneself" being "autonomous and free" and "not being dependent upon something else for existence". When reading this definition of independence I think about Kurdistan. The definition of Kurdistan's independence has been written in our history, it is seen within our borders and will be present when true independence is declared for the people of Kurdistan. The definition of true independence will be created when Kurdistan is finally able to change its history. The definition that reflects on Kurdish independence is the heart of Kurdistan, the dreams of its people, and the blood of its fighters coming together to declare independence.Read More
It seems like nowadays stating you are Kurdish comes with nothing, but an unaccepted status without a true identity. Being a Kurd within this generation is seen with no awareness of the oppression, the history, or the true culture of what it means to be Kurdish. I often see Kurds who have assimilated into our oppressor's culture, Kurds who never speak about their Kurdish heritage and Kurds who still continue to deny their identity and their obligation to know about what being a true Kurd really means.Read More