By Sazan Mandalawi
Loyal readers, everywhere! It has been one of the most depressing weeks of my entire life. I have spent the past two years in books by authors like Eckhart Tolle and Rhonda Byrne- in the process filtering all my surroundings in a way where I am embedded in a realm of positive energy (this is so hard … Continue reading Lala Candles, first handmade Kurdish candles, ever!
Tomorrow I am going to vote. As I type this blog post, my son, who will turn two in less than two weeks after the referendum, is on my lap. When I wrote My Nest in Kurdistan, a day such as today was only a dream, because at times I never thought in my lifetime … Continue reading My #KurdistanReferendum diary, the day before the big day
17 September 2017. 8:24 pm. Home, Erbil- watching live referendum rally in Washington Hi, me again! I had a busy day. But managed to put together a meal, and had a dear family at our place to share the meal with. I didn't have the car today, so couldn't do much. You see, everything is … Continue reading My #KurdistanReferendum Diary – 8 days
Eights days left. 7:18 AM, at home- Erbil, sitting outside while waiting for my tea to be ready, Last night I was with a few of my friends, the successful, independent friends who work to live. We met on the condition that we only speak positivity as we are all a little bit stressed these days. … Continue reading My #KurdistanReferendum Diary…
I often wonder to myself what the magic is: Five days, almost 40 hours, 25 girls, three peer education trainers and a few lovely sponsors. The result? Life changing. They say it themselves. I always tell my close circle of friends if I had a reliable income to live on I would do peer education … Continue reading Peer education joy!
Tomorrow is Jezhn (Eid). Today, women will finally go and clean their long, bushy eyebrows, its been left untidy for so long, just to look perfect on Jezhn Today some families will gather on the floor, on a big sufra as they kneed, stuff and knock out kulicha dough and then neatly place one next to the … Continue reading The night before Jezhn…
It was late winter afternoon, very early this year. I complained to a very dear friend, Saza “I can’t study, I have too much going on in life to sit and focus.” Obviously, I said this in an hour conversation, but this was the gist of it all. The next day Saza asked if I … Continue reading Sidad, grade 12, and his mum
