Peleen’s Organic World

In the past two years an incredible number of young girls have taken up online platforms to show-case their talent. I love the content some of these girls present, each touchs me in her own unique way, and I am forever proud of the hard work they put into producing useful content, often without financial... Continue Reading →

To my 13-year-old daughter

To my dearest daughter... You're only 10 months old, this week has been one of the biggest, then again I say this every week and every month. But yesterday for the first I saw you crawling on all fours, four days ago you clapped for the first time and yesterday you did a half wave,... Continue Reading →


I write this in memory of the 1991 uprising, where my father left me and my mother in Iran, and without my mother's knowledge alongside other peshmerga forces they entered Khanaqin and Kalar as part of the Kurdish uprising against the Baath regime.  Dear father, Tell me how you felt. Tell me if words can... Continue Reading →

Jean Petit qui danse, Jean Petit qui danse- Because we’ve found a good nursery! Telling lies? No Mama!

Some of you (Loyal Readers) will remember my frustration, journeys of disappointment and tearful, emotional--and hormonal--car rides back home with a new born as I visited nursery after nursery in Erbil looking for a happy, healthy and an educational place for my eldest. A scenario I never imagined to experience in my wildest dreams. One... Continue Reading →

A letter to Miss Kurdistan

Dear Miss Kurdistan, Hello, I'm your fellow country woman. Technically I'm not the ideal person to write to you, maybe because my bi-annual hair cuts is my only visit to a professional salon; putting together stunning outfits is not my ideal Friday afternoon, and let's just say I use the same four-colour eye shadow palette... Continue Reading →

My very own earrings…

You didn't see that title coming, did you? You know, everything handmade has a character, personality and soul of its own. You're laughing aren't you? I'm serious. The object, with a soul, has a character of its own and with no doubt little particles of the creator's love, passion, enthusiasm, energy, and thoughts are also... Continue Reading →

Abuse in all its colours

"My son asked me to lift his top, when I did I saw a red mark of an entire hand on his back." A mother told me yesterday, tears filling her eyes, and I got goosebumps all over me. "We went back to the private daycare the following day the caregiver said it was not... Continue Reading →

1, 000 dreams!

1, 000 dreams my friend. Malala said that one book, one pen and one teacher can change the world. This year, an Angel in Kurdistan, for the second consecutive year, gave not only one pen, but many pens, not only one notebook, but many notebooks to children of vulnerable families. She gave them a soft... Continue Reading →

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