I vaguely remember seeing on the news when the two towers were blown up. The event that the U.S. used as an excuse to come and attack Iraq. Then in 2003, they started the invasion because they claimed that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. At the time, I was merely an eight-year-old child. I... Continue Reading →
“Being a Kurd is difficult,” a line I usually utter, and I won’t stop using it. However, that’s not to say that I am not happy with who I am and the blood that runs through my veins. My aim here isn’t to write a post that is political; it’s just to shed light on... Continue Reading →
What is this? Where am I? No, wait. Who am I? Why is it all dark in here? Why don’t I sense anything? What is going on? Now I remember who I am, but I’m scared. I have no idea why I am in this sea of darkness. I feel as though I’m floating in... Continue Reading →
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