When I was a little girl, I used to believe in angels, magic and that everyone is going to heaven!
I used to think that if I’m in danger, angels will save me!
And if I’m having a bad day, it is ok ,
because I’ll end up in heaven.

I’ve never felt sorry about kids with no parents, or my friend, that girl with big glasses at school who everyone used to laugh at.
Because no matter what happens, God will take them to heaven.

When I caught my mum crying after my grandma passed away, I didn’t even try to cheer her up
I though: oh it can’t be that bad, God knows she’s mad,
and he’ll take care of it, isn’t that’s why he invented heaven?
So that kids with no parents can have a shoulder to cry on when they’re sad?
So that my friend, the girl with big glasses at school who everyone used to laugh at, can actually laugh one day? Not out of misery, not out of shame, out of happiness and out of joy
So She can pick up the tiny pieces of her dreams off the floor, the dreams that everyone tried to destroy?
And that one day, instead of remembering her as the girl with big glasses at school who everyone used to laugh at,
she can be remembered as the most beautiful ,smart ,funny girl who knew no matter what happens, god will take us to heaven!

Now I’m not a little girl no more, I know that there’s no magic, there’s no angels…and probably there’s no heaven!
I know that kids with no parents, will have pain, sorrow and tears
And at the end of the night, there will be no one to whisper goodnight in their ears.
And when I think of my friend, I still remember her as the girl with big glasses at school who everyone used to laugh at!

Now, I know that life can be hard…it can be tragic,
and I can guarantee you, there’s no fairy tales and there’s no magic!

And that life can be an awful song, with bad rhymes that you have to listen to every morning!
But you have to sing it anyway, and sing it loud until your ears fall in love with what they’re hearing.

I tasted the bitterness and I’m still striving to taste the sweet.
I gave pieces of my heart away more than once without asking for anything, and I was like: hey, that’s my treat!
When I was close to the edge and about to fall, I reached out to life,
and instead of taking my hand she gave me an earthquake
I looked up and said no no, don’t expect me to fall…not that quick!

Life, tried to shake my faith, as hard as she could, and you know what! some of my faith is lost now
But As a grown up women, I still play hide and seek and merry go rounds
I hide from pain and seek comfort under my mum’s arms.
I run away from the people I don’t like and around the ones I love.

And if you’re having a bad day, I’ll tell you don’t worry, it is ok
Cause no matter what happens, god will take us to heaven!

Kurdistan kisses my eyelids, gently singing
I am your mother, I let you see no evil

Kurdistan caresses my hands, gently singing
I am your mother, I let you bear only branches of olive

In a Wan Minute she lies beneath the blanket of my black hair

I lean against the headstone of Kurdistan
and the snow asks me: may I warm myself by your fire?

My heavy head falls forward onto the shoulder of the snow
and the snow brushes my hair, kisses my eyelids and caresses my hand, gently singing

My arms are a scarf around your neck
but they will become a noose

My shoulder is a place of rest for your head
but my body will become your graveyard

My mouth breathes warm revenge upon your cheek
but my tongue will become a preacher of your sin

In a Wan Minute I raise my head and I raise my pen
I write on the headstone of Kurdistan

I am Kurdistan.

Our brains molded in such a way,
As someone smoke and butt in ash tray,
We have got diseases sow in our life,
They sowed and they watered,
But who knows,

It’s neither a magic nor a miracle,
It’s a preplanned game as solitaire,
Behind each face there are faces,
Look different, observe differently,
But who knows,

Our dreams and our wishes are artificial,
They prepare and control it, for their beneficial,
Our mind worked in one direction,
The path they made and are taking to hell,
But who knows,

I hear the voices of big waves on seashore,
Rising and coming towards me to encore.

Countless gifts I received on this day,
Wrapped with honesty or duplicity what can I say?

My ancestors, my friends are encompassing me,
Till the sunlight come to an end; they make me glee.

Bunch of queries blooper my memory thoroughly,
Yet no one access my body focal point successfully.

Suddenly my tears falling to the ground,
Is this a blissful occasion where I am wound.

Should I dress in these unseen hopes?
Or enter in it as a new door and grope.

Should I please is this day I am looking in spite of?
Or feel dire because fate scratches my hearts in place of.

Hereafter, I am again in a situation to tackle the life,
Which is in my beyond; looking for me to survive and rife.

Though, I also want to stand on my feet,
But deep inside me my soul does not meet.

Ah, demolish cyclone still rise and descend,
And no one is able to defend and depend.

Its time to make our dreams come true,
Hold my hand baby and let us flew,
Don’t go away I will fix everything as dew,
Hold my hand and let us merge in the view,

I am still standing where you adieu,
It’s a feeling like pain from hew,
My everything goes dark and blue,
But still I have nothing meant to argue,

Blurring mirror, distinct shadow and all these gaps,
Will make our love and lives soon to elapse,
Follow my footsteps and come back, baby come back,
Before my heart collapse, before my world collapse,

The kinetic imagery of dread violence set her on leaping fire,
A sentence of death to her feelings and to her hopes conspired,
Her delightful dreams shattered and her thoughts bemired,
Abuse and cruelty is still ruled in human’s world with admire,

The screaming voice of her agony and the assault on her soul,
The peace of her night and the glory of her day stoled,
The crumbling voice and the mist of her dreads woke,
The honorable pride of womanhood ravaged and sold,

Remember it can’t be washed away in silence and rain,
Sorrows behind their faces will bring curse and pain,
Lets pledge to stand and to stop the inhuman sane,
Stop violence, Stop violence, this must be our aim,

Just as I opened my eyes, I was already tired of life.
I dont know what happened, but I grew old while I was young.
They told me I was a lefty, on the wrong path, a not a believer.
But when did you answer my questions?
From the day I opened my eyes, there was the war.
In fathers hand there was a gun instead of a pen.
The answer to each of my questions was a rock.
Let me tell the story for once. You and I both know the pain and the roots.
Let me think I am a human, for once.
Let me think I live in a normal [healthy] society, for once.
Let me forget that Ive been beaten in the head for 20 years; that I am worthless, dirt, left over.
Let me close my eyes and not see [witness] my sisters gaze, my mothers cry.
Let me close my eyes and say that I am fortunate; that I have a tomorrow and I look forward to it.

You laugh inside if you are pampered in abundance. But life for us is something else.
Its the moments which have passed in dreams. The red tears of eyes full of blood.
This is not life, this is convulsing, dying. Its like waking alive each morning, and dying every night.
Its like going after returned checks, dealing with poverty, with all that is unfortunate.
Its like holding your skirt over your head, loosing all the respect in your hood, wanting to die.
You must sell yourself, you need money. If they beat you in the head, you remain quite.
I told this to many but no one responded.

Around us: its always night, a scary night.
Around us: even death is sick,
around us: each person is riding many,
around us: its a collection of measure.

Around us whore is the name for the housewife with no other means for dinner.
Around us [men of] knowledge sit on the sidewalks, its real hard not to feel ashamed of yourself.
Where what it means to be a human is always under question, living like one is very hard.
There is a heavy load on your shoulder; frightening voices occupy your ears.
Murderers are studying at the universities, and students are in prison.
Around us Nationality is a broken tableau [piece of stone referring to the Persepolis, etc - broken]; identity is a door which has been closed for 14 centuries [Arab/Islamic invasion and what ensued].
In our hood men are half price; worth less than a dog. Here we are used to being beaten in the head [expression forced to obey].
God laughs, bares witness to this. Here if you are sad, they suggest suicide as the solution.
Here living is harder than life. Here living is harder than life.
Around us

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I’ve seen the world full of cherished love and peace,
Turns into violence and harshness unbound in crease,

I’ve seen the wiggles and damage of nuclear destruction,
My hand and clothes full of mud digging grave yet still undone,

I’ve seen chaos and injustice ruled in madness,
Under shadow of dusk and human murkiness,

I’ve seen this pain that turns people into alive skeleton,
Raise the picture in light, an image pour in gelatin,

I’ve seen the souls before they disappeared,
One of next will be yours, everyone has to be flavored,

I’ve learnt a lesson that i want to convey,
We are human, a message of compassion, purvey,

I’ve promise to pay my debts with spills of my own blood,
i will wash the canvas and turn my life a rock in flood,