13 years ago, 16-year-old me landed in Erbil International Airport (it was actually just one room at the time) everything else after that day writes novels and books- not just stories of my one, but of every person I have encountered in my time 'back home.' On the streets of Erbil petrol was sold in... Continue Reading →

Imagine a Kurdistan where half of the public employees were Linchpins. It's too good to even imagine. What is a Linchpin you may ask? In the words of Seth Godin, a Linchpin is ‘somebody in an organization who is indispensable - who simply cannot be replaced because their role is just far too unique and valuable.’ A... Continue Reading →

Hello, I've been thinking a lot recently (which is why I am probably a few steps away from depression). We have a power over a group of people in society which must be used correctly, if we are to head to a healthier and brighter future for this nation. The power to equip the young... Continue Reading →

Loyal reader, I know. Long time. My world is all about chasing deadlines and watching a little angel learn to take her first steps. My heart falls before her every fall. Watching her master the art of walking reminds me a lot about life. We stand. We fall. We make another attempt to stand. We... Continue Reading →

I am walking into a public office, I am assuming a good 500 staff work here. From the outside it's a big, fancy building. I walk in a little reluctant, as I always feel before entering public offices. My relationship, you can say, is a broken one. I breathe in, walk in, and hope to... Continue Reading →

In the past two years an incredible number of young girls have taken up online platforms to show-case their talent. I love the content some of these girls present, each touchs me in her own unique way, and I am forever proud of the hard work they put into producing useful content, often without financial... Continue Reading →

To my dearest daughter... You're only 10 months old, this week has been one of the biggest, then again I say this every week and every month. But yesterday for the first I saw you crawling on all fours, four days ago you clapped for the first time and yesterday you did a half wave,... Continue Reading →

I write this in memory of the 1991 uprising, where my father left me and my mother in Iran, and without my mother's knowledge alongside other peshmerga forces they entered Khanaqin and Kalar as part of the Kurdish uprising against the Baath regime.  Dear father, Tell me how you felt. Tell me if words can... Continue Reading →

I love cafes. I love the smell of coffee, the sight of lovers on a date; ambitious men groomed in suits with their car keys on the table receiving phone calls every three seconds while in a meeting; people hidden behind their books, and of course the sight of paper, pen and coffee is my... Continue Reading →