When I was young, very young, my father left me and my mother at a relative’s house and he crossed the border from Iran to take part in Kurdistan’s uprising. My mum had no clue, when she asked why my dad was late coming back, one of the relatives told her “he left!” I don’t… Continue reading

It feels rather awkward writing this post, since the last blog post I wrote was…. let’s just say a while back. My little angel turned one yesterday. I am hoping as he is older it will be easier to set time aside and do the things I used to do… If you live in Kurdistan… Continue reading