I am a woman from Kurdistan, also a Swedish citizen and I fight for Kurdistan’s independence and women’s rights.
I was born and liberally raised in the Rojhelat-Kurdistan and came to Norway as a political refugee in the ’80s, moved to Sweden through marriage in the ’90s. I graduated as a medical doctor from the University of Uppsala and am a qualified ENT consultant. During my eventful life, I have always been actively engaged in women’s rights, gender equality, and humanism.
I also write poems in Kurdish, which is my native language. Almost all my poems tell of my sadness and longing for my homeland Kurdistan, my stolen youth that I did not get to experience fully. At the age of seventeen, I lost my father, who was my biggest support in life. The Iranian occupier stole our whole house and took our father from us. As the older sister of six younger siblings, I became like a mother to them in very poor circumstances, as our mother constantly searched for our father in prison. Schools were closed, and friends died or were imprisoned. The city became like a ghost town full of horror and sadness.
But my upbringing where my father taught me to be strong, determined, and humanist gave me the strength not to give up and to fight for my life and my goals. Although I am happy with my life today, but the deep wounds that the “Iranian occupier” inflicted on my country Kurdistan, me and my family, remain and will always be remembered.
