Mr. Erbil opens its doors to a dream: A Kurdish girl at a gentlemen’s house!

I love cafes. I love the smell of coffee, the sight of lovers on a date; ambitious men groomed in suits with their car keys on the table receiving phone calls every three seconds while in a meeting; people hidden behind their books, and of course the sight of paper, pen and coffee is my... 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 →

Life is good

I'm a happy bunny. The clouds have arrived, drips of rain here and there and I am in my land of happiness and smiles. I had coffee with friends, OUTSIDE the house! I keep bumping into people I love and admire, even if it is just a five minute conversation while on our feet- it gives... Continue Reading →

10 years of blogging!

On a night like tonight, ten years ago I began something that changed my life... In fact, September 8 is amongst special dates like my anniversary, and my kids' birthdays. I was young. At 19, I was in my fantasy world of books, university essay papers, volunteering and I had just started work with START... Continue Reading →

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