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.
Hi loyal readers-- I was just thinking how the journey of this blog has reflected every aspect of my life in the past decade. From a headless chicken running around here and there to a grown adult and a mother of two! Yes, TWO!! Yesterday I was invited to two events. I definitely couldn't make … Continue reading There is a first time for everything…
A'yba (shame/ful) is everywhere in our society. Look right, look left and everything is a'yba. People care about what's a'yba and what's not. for God sake, they kill each other because of A'yba. I see so many issues that are the real a'yba, simple to address yet we let them slip from our hands because there are always … Continue reading A’yba!
My son, Yad, not even three yet, has recently grown an interest in countries. It's the phase. I go with the flow and since he is interested in whatever it is, I try to give him little information here and there. Last week he got a train, placed it on the table, and began to … Continue reading Daya, where is Kurdistan?