It’s Friday morning,
Winter is coming to an end and spring is knocking at our doors.
Do you know what this means? You only had to look at my WhatsApp last night.
Family A – Five kids, parents and their uncle’s family are off to a piece of land they own just outside of Hawler. Their mother last night was making a huge manjal of dolma. Oh, that mouthwatering Hawlerii Dolma around a huge family gathering (of course, you need to be seated on the floor in the middle of nature-nowhere-to enjoy it).
Family B – My friend was cleaning the house yesterday, since their house is the grandfather’s house it means everyone (the six kids who are all married with their own kids) will come and gather there for lunch. Yes, I do feel sorry for my friend who has to clean the day before they come, while they are there and after they leave. Wow. Imagine cleaning after a good 16 kids have invaded your house for lunch. But she enjoys it and is looking forward to it all.
Family C- A family of three, making Bryani as a I write this to go and enjoy it outdoors. Where? They don’t know. they will just drive till they find a good are of green grass. There they will make tea on the bbq, sit on the floor, talk, enjoy their biryani then drive back home.
If we rewind a few years back, life was different here. Everyone went out, everyone enjoyed their time and the streets of Erbil were all empty on Friday afternoons as everyone made their way to the mountains. Now, times are tough. People are not receiving salaries. Families have their sons and father martyred. The people, in general, are not content. But still, the true Kurdish spirit is there. It is within us. Because when the Nergis is blooming in our mountains, and the spring sun arrives we take our tea, our pot of dolma and family becomes number one priority.
May Kurdistan be always safe and happy,
lots of love from
My Nest in Kurdistan