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The tea, the tea doesn’t taste the same.
Today, I once again visited the Qalat (Citadel), 15 years of visits, and today, the tea no longer tasted the same. Each visit to the Qalat has been at a different chapter of my life. From a young girl with a little too many dreams to a mother of two! Today, my visit felt like… Continue reading
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Children’s Nursery Payment Cap: Let’s Look Beyond the Surface
I am a mum of two, and I know too well how great and wonderful it will be to pay less for school fees, nursery, extracurricular activities and expenses in general. Who wants to pay more when you can pay less? But. There you go, you knew it was coming. But… While I respect a… Continue reading
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Let’s talk about…
Dear Loyal Reader, Well, hello. That was a failed promise, wasn’t it? If there is one thing that I know to do well as a mother, for the kids, it is to never break a promise, never tell the kids a lie and always do what I say I will do. As I have well… Continue reading
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Hello.
Hello Loyal Reader, I want to tell you a lot. The other day I was reminded that this September my blog will turn 15 years! That’s a well grown teenager. The fact that I now have a son who can read these post is heartwarming (and makes a little nervous to be honest). I have… Continue reading
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March: Kurdish History Month.
I am a Kurdish mother to two children. In my ideal world, all of March my two children will go to school. No, it will not be a holiday. March is a holy month on the Kurdish calendar, how dare us not use it in favour of our children. Instead, it will be Kurdish History… Continue reading
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Where did we go wrong? Youth and their love for Kurdistan
Let’s meet Hama. His father is sitting in front of the television screen, swearing at every face he sees. His mother is complaining about this and that and blaming the government for everything, including the lack of ripe okra at the grocery store down the road. After graduation, he hasn’t got his ‘taeen’ yet, so… Continue reading
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Medya Diagnostic Center: Pioneer of modern healthcare in Kurdistan
Hello loyal reader, Here is what happened three days ago. I enter the Medya Diagnostic Center, MDC, the white (with a little blue) building on Erbil’s hustle and bustle of the 60-meter road. A smiling young woman greets me at the main reception, “can I help you?” she asks as she widens her smile. I… Continue reading
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Snapchat Destroyed Kurdish Women!
I am given a mobile phone to take a selfie. I look at the screen to take the photo, and I see myself. Well, not exactly myself; an Angelina Jolie version of me with a little bit of Bella Hadid, and a mix of Aishwarya Rai when she was in her twenties and Haifa Wehbi… Continue reading
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Year 12 is suicidal.
It is that time of year. The internet shuts down in the entire country. Walls of homes fume with stress. Teenagers cry to sleep. Youth vomit in examination rooms. Young girls have panic attacks like they have ran four marathons in a row from one summer holiday to the next. A few commit suicide. A… Continue reading
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Your nest is no longer Kurdistan.
I heard you left. You left a place I call my nest, and you decide to fly, ironically, you decide to fly with no wings to a place yet to give you a nest. But you are determined to build one. I thought and thought of why I should tell you no, then I decided… Continue reading
My Nest in Kurdistan 