I borrowed a Manjal.

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.

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Koshki Mndalan – Every parent’s wish hidden away in the heart of Hawler

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

Johnny Johnny. Yes Mama. Found a good nursery? No Mama. Telling Lies? No Mama.

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.

There is a first time for everything…

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!

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!

Daya, where is Kurdistan?

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?

280 days of thoughts…

Been a while. I know. Nine months ago, when I found out about news that was supposed to make me the happiest, it was some of the worst days of Kurdish politics in recent years. Iraqi army was literally taking over the Region. Socially, economically and even politically things were breaking apart.... That evening images … Continue reading 280 days of thoughts…