Hello in the time of Corona, We are locked down and locked in. You see, in the time of Corona everything is different in my part of the world. Social life is different. Cafe's are different. Health care is different. Education is different. Awareness campaigns are different. We shop differently. Think differently. Talk differently. You... Continue Reading →

Good morning! Today, like all other days I am confused and lost. You see, over a decade later, I still don't understand the etiquette at the naanawa (equivalent to bakery where only bread is made). Where do you put your money? where is the end of the line and the start? How does the baker... Continue Reading →

Hello, reader. It's me. Sazan, in the time of Corona. I can add this to the list of my life experiences in the first 60 days of 2020! I'm a mother. So don't blame me for measures and precautions. I have stocked up on two boxes (10 pieces in each) of masks, one litre of... Continue Reading →

My husband knows the way to my heart. Well, now he does! Not on Valentine's day, not on my birthday, not an anniversary and no, I still have not completed The Thesis. But the experience was such that it felt like it was an occasion we are celebrating. I love my breakfasts. Everyone who knows... Continue Reading →

In a city with its heart in brewing istikans of tea, home of the oldest continuously inhabited place in the world. On a land watered by blood of martyrs, and a culture rooted in mountains, a bus is parked by a park named after a martyr and symbol of Kurdistan, Sami Abul Rahman. At a... Continue Reading →

Hello from the other side! The next decade, the next year, the next page, the next chapter, the next everything! When we were young at school we asked one another "where do you want to be in 2020?" as if 2020 was the year where we bounced on pink clouds, achieved world peace and everyone... Continue Reading →

As a woman with a pen, whose wings were not clipped, it’s an obligation to speak for those with clipped wings, whose pens were stolen and those who drowned in their own tears. So long as I know a woman who is in pain, the plight of women will not end. So long as a... Continue Reading →

Hello Loyal reader (s) I often disappear out of this blog for a while, and then make an appearance with a few consecutive posts. Typical Sazan style. As I am snuffling, sitting on a cloud of tissues and coughing my tonsils out, spraying bacteria into the air like birthday confetti I thought I will update... Continue Reading →

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 →