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.
I wish foolish people wouldn’t mistake themselves for wise;
because the worst kind of ignorance
is the one wrapped in certainty.
When someone knows they don’t know,
there’s room to grow.
But when mistakes dress themselves up as wisdom,
both they
and others
end up paying the price.
Fools are many…
not because the world has lost its intelligence,
but because impatience has grown.
Some think speaking loudly means understanding,
or insisting means being right.
But wisdom is usually quiet,
soft-spoken,
and has no need
to prove itself.
Existence…
not just breathing,
not just passing days ,
but feeling,
falling,
rising again.
To exist is to carry contradictions:
strength and doubt,
loss and longing,
silence and storms.
And still ,
to remain.
Hope…
not a loud promise,
not a guaranteed tomorrow ,
just a quiet reason
to take one more step.
Sometimes it’s fragile,
sometimes barely there,
but as long as it exists,
so does the possibility
of light.
Sometimes the sky tells you things…
not in words,
not in signs you can touch ,
just in a feeling that settles in your chest.
A reminder that everything moves,
that storms don’t last forever,
and that even the darkest clouds
are only passing through.
**“I let go…
not out of forgetting,
but out of understanding.
Some things, no matter how dear they are,
must be released
if they take away your peace.
I let go
to protect myself,
to breathe lighter,
and to learn that leaving
is sometimes braver than staying.”**
Happiness…
Maybe it’s not that far away.
Sometimes it’s hidden in a calm heart,
In contentment with what we have,
In a smile that sits for no reason.
Bliss
is like a moment
When you are at peace with yourself…
In the silence of the night,
a scream echoed through the house ,
but you didn’t hear it.
My heart fell at your feet,
not in pride,
not in anger,
but in surrender.
I resent the day
I opened my eyes
and realized some people
leave just as easily
as they promise.
That moment I believed so simply
and understood too late.
Some days don’t make you stronger —
they just switch something off
inside your heart.
We entrusted our hearts to Him…
seeking refuge from our exhaustion and sorrows 🌙🤍
In the quiet of it all,
when strength runs low
and the world feels heavy,
there is still a place to rest
a place where weary hearts
lay down their burdens
and breathe again.
What did we get ourselves into…
What did we hold on to
that became so hard to let go of?
When did we start taking so seriously
the things
that were never worth this much fighting for?
Somewhere along the way,
we tied the knots ourselves,
then sat there
complaining about how tangled everything became.
Whether you call them closer or push them away…
if a heart chooses to stay,
it doesn’t come because of a voice,
and it doesn’t leave because it’s driven out.
Some staying comes from wanting,
not from force;
and some leaving
won’t turn back,
even if you beg.
What happened
that we changed so quickly?
When did distance grow
between our hearts
without us even noticing?
Somewhere along the way,
the words became fewer
and the silence
took up more space than it should have.
