Home away from home

I get on my flight to Hewler (Erbil). It’s my first time flying to South Kurdistan, the autonomous region of Kurdistan. Everyone on the plane is speaking in Kurdish, in all the different dialects depending on what part of Kurdistan they are from.

I’m so far away from home but yet it feels like I’m going home.

On arrival we all exit the plane and line up for the passport control. Last time I spoke to a customs officer was in Istanbul a few months ago, he had asked me if I was Turkish and I said “No”, he then asked me “What are you?” I said “I’m Kurdish” he literally threw the passport at me…

This time I approach the customs officer that commenced with speaking in English with me, I answered him in Kurdish and this big smile covered his face, he said “Tu Kurdi (Are you Kurdish)?” I smiled back holding back tears and answered him that indeed I was. He told me “Welcome to Kurdistan, welcome home, I hope you enjoy your time here.”

I’m staying here with my friend, my childhood friend, my sister Sliva. We haven’t seen each other in probably 8 years but all this time quickly disappeared the minute we hugged each other again. Life can be extremely kind and wonderful when surrounded with love.

I wake up the next morning with the sound of construction outside my window, it’s the construction of the up and coming World Trade Center.I go out for a walk with my aunt and uncle, everywhere I go the beautiful flag of Kurdistan is waving. The flag that represents my people, the flag that in the parts of Kurdistan my family comes from, can still not be waved freely. The flag that only 40 km away from where I am, Kurdish Peshmerga are fighting for all of us to still be able to wave. The flag that reminds us each and everyday we can never stop defending or we will waste all the hard work and sacrifice of our ancestors that never gave up and never stopped believing in our people and the future of a united KURDISTAN.

I feel stronger then I’ve ever felt before. Safer then I ever felt before. I feel pride, prouder than I have ever been before.

Home is where the heart is.

Today Hewler is my home.

With LOVE,

Hivron

Thoughts…

They say; The sky is the limit. I say; I know there is more…

Distances has limits, science has rules, religion prohibits as it doesn’t evolve but LOVE is endless, LOVE is limitless, LOVE is unconditional, LOVE creates miracles, Love is LIFE and when you LOVE life, life becomes nothing but LOVE.

Everything in life, when overdone or exaggerated, can kill us. The healthiest of things or the best medication out there, once overdosed, will at some point shut down our organs.

LOVE on the other hand won’t…

The more LOVE we give the happier we get, the more love we receive the healthier we remain.

So why this lack of LOVE?

Why this fear of speaking of it?

Why is it one of the things we share so little of, and why do we limit ourselves on how many people in or lives we choose to LOVE?

What is LOVE to you?

To me it’s:

Smiling at the person that is trying to offend you.

Give when you have nothing left to give.

Run the extra mile, when your legs can’t carry you anymore.

Apologize even though you don’t think you were wrong.

Turn the other cheek, to keep the peace, knowing you might get struck again.

Tell some you just met, you LOVE them.

 

There is war going on in my country KURDISTAN.

My country with invisible borders.

My people of 40 million.

In fact, as KURDS, we’ve always had to defend our selves, we’ve always been persecuted and killed.

They claimed a war because of their LOVE for their religion.

The world is watching pondering weather there is any gain for them in interfering.

The papers have never sold as many headlines writing about it.

The money made on weapons is filling many pockets.

In the mean time, half of Syria’s population has been forced to leave the country.

Most of them are displaced.

The NGO’s are making great money.

Friends fail to show their support.

I withdrew myself subconsciously out of disappointment.

I was disappointed for the lack of shown support,

…for the lack of LOVE.

But I am Kurdish.

And when you treat me the worst, I will LOVE you the most.

I will LOVE you by singing my KURDISH songs louder.

I will LOVE you by teaching you my language.

I will LOVE you by waving the beautiful colors of my flag, for you to see everywhere you go.

And this is why I am going to my country KURDISTAN, to my people, just so that there is one more of us than there was before.

You can take the KURD out of KURDISTAN but you can never take KURDISTAN out of the KURD.

With LOVE,

HIVRON