Because our patience was long,
they thought we felt nothing.
They mistook silence for emptiness,
endurance for indifference.
But just because we didn’t react loudly
doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt deeply.
I am tough…
but I am not made of stone.
I’ve been hurt,
I’ve stayed silent,
I’ve fallen and stood up again.
If I’ve become strong,
it’s not from being heartless,
it’s from learning.
Because our patience was long,
they thought we felt nothing.
They mistook silence for emptiness,
endurance for indifference.
But just because we didn’t react loudly
doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt deeply.
Poison…
is not always in a cup.
Sometimes it lives in a word
spoken softly.
In a smile
with bitter intentions.
Poison doesn’t always kill,
sometimes it slowly
changes you.
It can’t be done…
Some things can’t be undone,
can’t be fixed,
can’t be pretended away.
There are moments
when you simply have to accept
that not everything is in your hands,
even if your heart
whispers a thousand times
that it wishes it were.
Every moment
takes something from us
and teaches us something in return.
It’s not all loss,
and not all gain ,
it’s simply passage.
And in the flow of passing time,
we quietly
grow deeper.
It’s a shame that we don’t realize how late we were
until we lose someone.
Only in their absence
do we understand the words we never said,
the time we thought we still had,
and how much they truly meant.
My dear aunt, from right here and now, I already miss you.
Your absence still finds its way into my heart without warning.
I hope your place is in paradise,
surrounded by the peace and light you always carried within you.
Today is World Kurdish Language Day, the language I was born into…
A language I carry in my voice, in my memories, in the way I feel and understand the world.
It’s more than words — it’s identity, warmth, and the first sound my heart ever knew.
Embarrassment…
sometimes it’s not about a mistake,
but about caring too much,
speaking too openly,
being too much yourself
in a place
that wasn’t ready
for someone that real.
That’s rough…
when everything
seems to go the wrong way,
when you hoped
at least one part of it
would turn out right.
Some days show up
just to remind us
that not everything
moves according to our plans.
It’s hard…
when you know you have to keep going,
but your heart isn’t walking with your feet.
It’s hard when explaining
only makes you more tired,
and silence
doesn’t make you lighter either.
Some things are simply hard ,
no clear reason,
no shortcut through them.
