1, 000 dreams my friend. Malala said that one book, one pen and one teacher can change the world. This year, an Angel in Kurdistan, for the second consecutive year, gave not only one pen, but many pens, not only one notebook, but many notebooks to children of vulnerable families. She gave them a soft … Continue reading 1, 000 dreams! →

I'm a happy bunny. The clouds have arrived, drips of rain here and there and I am in my land of happiness and smiles. I had coffee with friends, OUTSIDE the house! I keep bumping into people I love and admire, even if it is just a five minute conversation while on our feet- it gives … Continue reading Life is good →

If you asked me four years ago, eight years ago or even twelve years ago my response would have been completely different (I have blog posts that prove it). But today, as a mother of two children a country's election has never been more important to me. By going to vote I am going to … Continue reading What do I want from these elections?  →

On a night like tonight, ten years ago I began something that changed my life... In fact, September 8 is amongst special dates like my anniversary, and my kids' birthdays. I was young. At 19, I was in my fantasy world of books, university essay papers, volunteering and I had just started work with START … Continue reading 10 years of blogging! →

That written up there sounds so absurd. I agree. But I did. I went to the neighbour's house and borrowed a manjal (pot). I am new in the neighbourhood. With the neighbours, by our doorstep we say our hellos and have a quick conversation about how long the electricity cut last night, and what the schedule … Continue reading I borrowed a Manjal. →

If you are a parent, an aunt, an uncle, a grandparent, a person who has a neighbour with kids, or you just love buying kids gifts... and you haven't heard of Koshki Mndalan then you've living on Mars (like I was. Shamefully). It's a wonderland for education fanatics. I don't want to refer to Koshki … Continue reading Koshki Mndalan – Every parent’s wish hidden away in the heart of Hawler →

Where oh where do I start. I am a mother with an aching heart. You see, everyday, at 9:30 a.m. sharp, after I have fed the Little Angel and have put her to sleep I hand her over to my mother-in-law, rush and get changed, slap on a little bit of concealer under my eyes … Continue reading Johnny Johnny. Yes Mama. Found a good nursery? No Mama. Telling Lies? No Mama. →