Kurdistan is Our Home

The other day I came home from work and I heard my dad talking on the phone with our relative. They were talking about when would our relative leave Kurdistan for good and settle down in Europe, Finland.

The more I think about it, the more I want to know what our fellow Kurds back home really think about leaving Kurdistan. I asked the question below in a Kurdish group, and I got plenty of good answers!

After couple of hours few of the Kurds answered me with their thoughts and opinions. Many thought that leaving Kurdistan would never be an option and for some it would be the best decision they would ever do. So why is that?

"Kurdistan has a lot of problems but living in another country is even worse. Kurds living abroad usually have satisfied needs in term of their life needs, but they always have one problem: home sickness."  -Ahmed Duhoki

I personally grew up in Finland so I could say Finland is my home, but I can't because it is not. Surely Finland has given me everything and I can't show my gratitude enough, but there is always home sickness, a sense of belonging, shared culture and language. I am not alone in this, because many Kurds abroad share the same feelings.

"For many it's a golden ticket to a better life but of course it comes with lot of disadvantages too. Right now Kurdistan is a mess in the hands of the corrupted people so I am glad I chose to leave it but there are other times I think why did I leave my motherland, because at the end home is where your mother is." -Shaho Ahmed

 Indeed.. Home. Where is your home? Is it in Kurdistan, Europe, The States or Africa? Shaho Ahmed defined home to us better than I could've ever defined it. But what if my mother is here with me, in Finland? I still say my home is in Kurdistan and that will never change.

"No, we know the hardness of life out of Kurdistan but at least we know life abroad is fair."-Miran Shamall

"I've been in Kurdistan for 3 years and each day I hate it more and more. Imagine how the people who have lived here all of their life feel? Yes, they will try anything to get away from this hell hole." -Gilan Norie

Life is hard no matter where you are, it just depends on the perception one got. As Ahmed Duhoki put it "Building a good life can be done anywhere under any situation. It depends on how hard you want to build that good life", it all comes down to you personally. Some have seen the worst of life hence they would cherish every second of something good even if its 2 hours of electricity per day but then there are some who are so used to a good life that having everything is still not enough because they can't adjust to the Kurdish mentality. 

" I was born in Europe so I had no choice but I am grateful. I need to make enough money to be able to help my family back home." -Serxwebûn Agirî

"I went back with my husband and two kids, we both had offered great jobs, and it took us 11 months to change our minds again. Once you have seen both Kurdistan and another country, you really can't make up your mind. If I was living alone I would be living there but as a mother I can't just think of myself." -Shayma Sadiq

Those who left Kurdistan back in the 80's and 90's didn't really have much of a choice. Whose parent wouldn't want to provide their children a brighter future? Those Kurds who succeeded safely all the way to Europe are mostly there to do their best. But we will never forget our country, we will never stop helping our people because to us it will always be our home. 

"There are people who came back to Kurdistan and never wish to leave it again, some burn their passports, some lives like a king, and then some are ready to pay anything to get an European residency permit." - Soran Mohammed

 I'm not arguing that life ain't difficult in Kurdistan, but I am arguing on is leaving your home today really worth it? You could live in the middle of the desert or forest and still try to live a good life since as previously mentioned it all goes down to you. 

"Kurdistan is like a mother for us, even tho there isn't a quality life here, our soul will be hungry if we are far away from mother's lap. Even those living overseas will come back to their mother's hug." -Shahkawan H. Qadir

That said, Kurdistan is our mother land and we are Kurdistan's future. Kurdistan is and will always be our home and no distance can take that away from us. This is my home.

How to Reach Your Goals?

Yesterday we had dinner with my colleges at a Swedish restaurant in Stockholm City. While we were waiting for our main course to arrive, we were sipping drinks and talking at the same time. One of them said: 

"it would never be boring to be friends with you because one day you are moving back to Kurdistan, the next day you are planning to get your masters in Estonia and day after that all of your plans have changed."

I couldn't stop laughing. I laughed so loud that at one point it kinda got a bit weird. 

Thank god I know how to react fast so I replied: 

"BUT, I always have the same destination. The journey keeps changing because there are so many routes and I cannot decide which one is the best, so sometimes I choose all of them at the same time."  

Obviously at that precise moment I didn't think about it more than that. 

Seriously speaking, how many of you thinks about their goals and destinations every day? How many of you gets up, looks into the mirror and says "Today I am one day closer to my goal"? I bet not many. Tho I know there are some people in this world who are so determinant that their every breath is towards their goals. These people work day and night without getting tired or frustrated. Why? Because they are willing to work for everything they want.

I want to believe that I am this type of a person. I have my goal written on my forehead, stained in my heart and clear in my eyes. So how did I do this? 

The first thing I did was figuring out what do I want from life.

These goals don't necessarily need to be life changing, world peace or curing cancer -even tho they can be these too. Only you can set your goals and only you can achieve them. So make sure its for yourself and not for your parents, partner, friends or people you hate (yah, sometimes we want to impress people we don't even like!). Instead only focus on yourself. Take a deep breath and listen to your heart, after this start writing them down.

The second thing I did was to think of ways how to achieve my goals.

I think this is the most hardest part, at least for myself. Sometimes I think there are thousand things I want to do, million things I want to experience and billion things I want to learn. Life feels way too short! I guess in times like these we should stop and think for a second. We need to put our goals into sections and achieve them step by step. I know it can be hard sometimes but believe me when I say it will be much harder to look at someone who is living their dream already and you are just sitting there and doing nothing.

It might take even half of your life before you achieve your goals, but its much better to live a life with a purpose than wake up everyday without a good reason. Life doesn't necessarily have a meaning but you can change that. You can decide to believe in yourself and then focus on how to improve yourself to the person you want.

The third thing I did was maintaining my everyday life with my goals.

Never stop reading! I feel like sometimes we are forgetting how much there is still to learn and instead we spend all our days in Facebook liking idiotic photos, scrolling down Instagram over and over again and Whatsapping random stuff to our friends. Are we that afraid to sit down, grab a book and just relax? I'll make it easy for you. On your way to school, uni or work take a book with you. Instead of playing with your phone read a book for that 20 min. That's what I do and it really works. 

I didn't want to write very specific ways of reaching your goals, because I would be just lying to you and myself. No one can tell you how to exactly reach them, but what you can do is get to know yourself. Stay determined and make it happen!

The Two Parallel Worlds of Finland and Kurdistan

After work I met a friend and we had a cup of coffee. Once I got back home it was close to 8 PM. Couple of hours passed even though it felt like minutes. I opened my convertible sofa and laid on it. I was literally exhausted even though my daily job is not physically tiring just mentally.

Now it was 10 PM and my little sister came to lay next to me. As I was looking at her, I couldn't help myself thinking what if one day I lost her. I can't name a single person in this universe that would never fight with their siblings and we are no different from others. There are days when I can't even stand looking at her because she knows exactly how to piss me off. Nevertheless, I love her a lot and I can't think of anything bad happening to her. There are days when I worry how will she manage if someone treats her bad, or what if she gets lost on her way to a new place. Even a thought of letting her go study alone in a new city freaks me out. I mean how will she manage all by herself! She is just a kid -and in reality she is already 18 years old. 

I guess its love.

I remember an incident from 2009 like yesterday. My little sister was around 12/13 years old and she called me in the morning. She was in school and I was just about to start my shift. I answered the call and in a matter of seconds I felt like my heart jumped to my throat. She was crying over the phone screaming "stop it! leave me alone!". I was in a shock but I managed to get myself together and ask her "what's going on!". No answer, but I only heard her crying over the phone telling me to help her. I couldn't take it anymore and I yelled her name and demanded her to answer me. Finally she told me another girl is bullying her and she is scared because she couldn't defend herself. 

I will never forget that call.

We all know how it feels like when we are completely helpless and our hands are tied. The day I received the call from my sister was the worst day in my entire life. Why? Because I was so damn helpless. I was too far away from her. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't make her stop crying. Most of all, I couldn't teach a lesson to the bully.

No one can argue the strong bond between siblings and loved ones. If we truly care for someone there is not a single thing in this world we wouldn't do to protect them.

Let's think of a parallel world, but don't forget my little sisters' incident. Right now I am laying down on a warm bed with a peace of mind, I feel safe and my stomach is full. I know deep down in my heart even thought I might sometimes forget it that I am blessed. I am blessed since I know the next morning I open my eyes it's a new day with a bright future ahead. I also know that the sky is clear and the day is mine to take.

At the exact same time, but in a different world there is a little child. Whose same minute is uncertain not to even mention the next morning. He is not safe. His stomach is empty. While I have a peace of mind he is shedding tears. The tears are the size of a small bubble, coming down on his cheeks. He is scared. There is not a promise of a safer tomorrow nor a feeling of being cared and loved.

"Just saw this young man crying outside in the rain. Tried talking to him for 20 minutes to see what was wrong but he was too scared to even talk. The strange thing is at least 10 other people walked by and they didn't even seem to notice. He can't have been older than 6; we really have fallen far."

Aryan Qazzaz

The question is, how does this affect me? Well, it doesn't. You are absolutely right. I mean why would you care about someone living in a different world? Miles away if not even light years. See, the point is not about caring, the point is not about doing something, the point is not stopping something bad happening in a different world. 

What's the point then?

Wait, what the flower did I just write.. Rewinding back.

Two different worlds, I mean two Parallel worlds? Oh Hell No. We are actually living on the same god damn planet, living under the same blue sky, enjoying the same ray of light, breathing the same air and YET we separate ourselves with borders of different countries, communicating in languages I have never even heard, we drink and dance differently depending on the culture and then again I sleep in a warm bed but that kid up there is crying bubble tears.

Hmm.. What does my little sisters' incident, this kid and the two parallel worlds got to do with each other? EVERYTHING.

My little sister is everything to me, she is family, and that is the reason why I can never think of living without her. That's why I want to protect her with each breath I got. This feeling, this need of protecting family shouldn't be only for the close people. This feeling and need should be for the whole world. We are not living in two different worlds, we are all the same no matter how hard we try to prove other wise. 

It doesn't matter if you are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, because at the end we all turn into dust and rest in identical graves.

I'm not here to preach any of you, I just want to give you some insight. We should do our best every single day to help each other. We need to hold on to the thought of Family and the strong bond between us. We are the destruction of humanity, which means we are also the key for the salvation of humanity.  

Look into these eyes and decide for yourself.

Explain Again, Why Do I Need a Man?

Being a woman is more than just becoming a wife when 

finding the right man -at least for Kurds. 

Yes, it's true that due to our geographical location our women should be nothing else than just order obeying daughters and wives. Yes, it's true that Kurdistan is an Islamic country and it makes any western doubt our rights as a woman.But are we oppressed eastern women? Hell no.

I'm a woman and I personally stand for independent, hard working and goal-achieving Kurdish women. When did the mainstream media become a manipulative source of information? Ugh, I guess the day they invented media. 

For days I've been thinking of this topic since it is more than a recent topic, when considering what's going on in Middle East and the whole world in general. We talk about degraded women rights in Middle East but highly valued woman rights in the West. Really? Is it just the ignorance of the West to see the whole Middle East as one? Is it the educated West and the uneducated Middle East? 

I want to clean the air and express myself by telling you all how a Kurdish woman truly is!

"Behind every man, there is not a woman. She is beside him, she is with him, not behind him"

-Tariq Ramadan

We have women fighting side by side with our men

We have women in politics; making decisions with men as equals

We have women as police officers

We have women representing the Great Kurdistan

I am sure not many of you expected this, but it does not matter since I am here to show you even more! Maybe you think, the pictures above are about people who belong to the "upper-class", hence does not really represent the whole nation. Or does it? I have had the privilege to interview some Kurdish women who more than proudly represent most of us. 

 

Without mentioning any names I decided to interview Kurdish mothers all around the world. I chose to interview mothers because they are already occupied with the household, being a mom and at the same time a wife. I asked them questions such as:

How do they manage being a mother, a wife and at the same time follow their dreams?

What were their dreams and did their husband support them?

What are they doing today?

I got many answers and most of them did not surprise me because I knew Kurdish women are strong and willing to go that extra mile in order to make everything happen. Most of the interviewers were working and not just being a stay-home mom. One was even starting her own business and she inspired me by her plans. I wish nothing but success to all of them!



The question is, what is my point in all this?

My point is that nowadays women are stronger than before. We have a voice none can take away, we have motivation and most of all we thrive for success. What do Kurdish women do? We make sure the whole world knows our name, knows our background and definitely knows which way we are going. And let me tell you, there is no way than straight to the top!



The Hunt of Kurdish Legends

"If you are scared, you are going to die"

-Aza Nawzad Anwarbag Betwata 

" Fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create. Do not misunderstand me. Danger is very real. But fear is a choice"

At first, I did not quite understand what Mr. Smith meant. I thought it's just a picture with a text, until I met Aza Nawzad Anwarbag Betwata. It was just an ordinary day and I was scrolling down on facebook, when I saw his facebook profile. He had a picture of Peshmarga as his profile picture and at first I thought it's not his own picture. After having the priviledge to talk to him, I found out that he will be a Kurdish Legend.

While the whole world is still sleeping in their warm beds, our soldiers are wide awake. They get dressed and make sure they have the Kurdistan flag right next to their heart. It was 5.30am my time when Mr. Betwata was on a move. 

"I've slept enough and now it's time to go to the frontline" 

So the question is... Who is Aza Betwata? He is no different from you and I, he is the people's choice. He has been raised in the Netherlands but never forgotten his roots. In August 2014 Aza decided to join the Peshmarga Forces. He wanted to join the movement and fight for a Free Kurdistan!

 

Full Name: Aza Nawzad Anwarbag Betwata

Birthday: July 13, 1990 (24 Years old)

Nationality: Dutch

Origin: Xhosnaw, Kurdistan

We have seen and heard many young and brave Kurds from abroad coming back to Kurdistan and fight ISIS. But what makes him different from others? Nothing, but Mr Betwata is a best example of a young Kurd who believes in a better tomorrow. He is ready to put his own life at risk, he is ready to give up on everything only to ensure the safety of our people. 

True braveness at a peak. Our Peshmarga.

Here I am sitting in my neat office, enjoying the ray of the sun light and not worrying about a single thing. In contrast, Aza is in the middle of a battle field making sure none will trespass the border of Kurdistan. It's funny when you put your own life in contrast with someone else's life.  

Suddenly you are more grateful. 

The more I put my head into this topic, the more patriotic I become. I look at Aza and I look at my own life -and I can't even describe how meaningless my own daily routine becomes. My existence feels worthless. Even though I should not because we all are doing something, we are living for something. What makes us all different is that some of us are willing to go the extra mile. They are willing to do something that others are not. 

What happens after the war?

Even though Aza is living everyday as if it is his last, he still has future plans for tomorrow. He is not going back to the Netherlands but instead he will stay in Kurdistan and do his best to change Kurdistan into a save haven for all of us. 

The more I listen to Aza, the more I sense his excitement for a better tomorrow, the more I feel his pain, the more I realize he just might be the key for it all. 

For you that know him, knows he got big plans for Kurdistan and those that does not know him -remember his name. 

At first I saw Aza Betwata as a Kurdish Legend, but after getting to know him more I can tell you all that you are looking at a Future Leader right here.

 Want to follow Aza's life? Here are all the social platforms:

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Save the Golden Land of Kurdistan!

It’s 5.33 am and I wake up to Adhan, wake up call for the remembrance of God. I open my eyes and the next second -million thoughts go through my mind, but mostly the happiness that goes through my veins straight to my head and from there… a smile creeps into my face. I am smiling damn early in the morning. Why? Because it’s FRIDAY! What do we Kurds do on Fridays? Obviously we gather our stuff and we head to the mountains for a day with the nature.

I wake up my cousin and tell her “It’s time”, like we are going for a mission. Due to my super excitement I start packing, picking up all the things I will need. And no, I won’t forget the most important thing: Lipstick. The clock is ticking, my family is hassling and it feels like the whole house is on a move to somewhere. I go outside to our garden. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and listen to the birds singing. It’s March, the most beautiful month in Kurdistan because Newroz is getting near.

The sun is arising and illuminating our golden land meter by meter. The scene mesmerizes any human being, takes you to places you have never been and most importantly your feet are touching the most precious land in the whole wide world – Kurdistan. 

We are ready and we jump into the car heading to the mountains. The journey takes around 2-3 hours depending on how slow or fast we drive. I put on my headphones and listen to my favorite play list. While we drive through Kurdistan every scene on our way reminds me of our constant struggles. I guess one of the best things on our road trip was that almost in every corner one can catch the Kurdistan flag! Isn’t a beautiful sight?

I am sure many of you already know that beneath the colors of our flag lies an unforgettable story.

Red symbolizes the blood of all the Kurdish patriots

White symbolizes peace, equality and freedom we Kurds desire and have acquired over the years.

Yellow symbolizes the golden land, light and hope

Green symbolizes our gorgeous nature, life and vitality.

It’s not that only the flag is beautiful, but the whole story behind it makes any Kurd patriotic and defend their country no matter what. Hence, here I am. Defending my country.

We Kurds are known for our patriotism and that we never back down even in the face of death. We defend what is ours and we have done that over centuries. Over years we have built a country that cannot be compared to any in the whole Middle East! We have hospitals, universities, a booming economy with many foreigner investments, peace among any religion and ethnicity, equal rights for women –look at our parliament (The legal minimum quota of female is 30%)! The list goes on, but I do not want to focus on all of the aspects. I am here to discuss only one: our land.

May I ask how many of you have lost someone protecting our people and our land? How many of you would get up and fight against the enemy just to keep our land safe? How many of you would die protecting our golden land? How many of you are a proud Kurd and will die as a proud Kurd? If you raised your hand to all of the questions above then please keep reading.

Now can you explain, what do you see?

I see broken bottles on our golden land. I see trash covering our hopes and dreams. I see our struggle going down the toilet. I see no Kurdistan.

What wonders me the most is that we say we love our land, we say we will die for our land and yet we feel no shame throwing trash everywhere, we feel no regret leaving broken bottles behind. We say "no friends but the mountains" -yet we treat the mountains like garbage. Is this how we repay nature? By destroying the only beautiful thing we have. I feel devastated. 

Another point is that once I was driving around Hawler with my friends and asked them to stop the car. I got out of the car and threw some trash into the garbage. My friends were shocked! They were like you made us stop the car for that?! Now it was my turn to be shocked. I asked "You want me to throw the trash all around our land?" then they were like "yes, who cares?". Honestly I did not know what to say since they way I have been raised is to always throw any trash to the garbage and not on the ground.

One of the biggest problems we come across Kurdistan is waste management. It feels like there ain't any waste management but yet few times a week someone picks up our trash in front of our houses, offices, hotels and malls. So who are they? Well folks, they are the only people who actually are cleaning our town and land! The only people who the most important jobs concerning our future!

There is a solution for everything. 

Few months ago I had the pleasure of talking with Eric J. Bollard. Mr Bollard is one of the founders of Grand Array Company. What caught my attention to talk more deeply with him was that his company's core goal is "to be the biggest waste management company in Kurdistan encompassing waste collection, sorting, recycling, land-fill and waste to power generation."

Now you tell me, isn't Mr Bollard doing exactly what we Kurds should be doing every single day throughout our life?

I say yes! I say all of us need to keep our city and land clean, we need to take responsibility now in order to have a cleaner tomorrow!

If we do not care for our land, cherish it like a little baby, keep it clean while we can then why do even fight for our land, why do we let all those young men and women die in the battle if we cannot keep the same land they shed their blood clean. Just tell me why it's so hard to keep your own country clean? 

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