Art and Photography

Pomegranate Stained Skirts

A poem dedicated to Şingal and our stolen Kurdish Ezîdî girls. Pomegranate Stained Skirts Pomegranate stained skirts, ruby lined necks, Ignored pulses, forced to endure on intruders beds. Innocence stolen b...

Slemani In The Snow

This morning I woke up to find that overnight a thick blanket of snow had fallen across Slemani and its province. Without much thinking, I packed my camera bag and decided to explore my first ever encounter wit...

Captures of a Return

37 years spent wandering, longing, and yearning. My father, who fought so passionately for his land, was forced to leave for the same reason, and to stay at an unbearable distance for 37 years. Lost all those w...

Daily conversations

I always enjoy talking to people to understand how their minds tick and what their desires are. I aim not to ask people questions but just have a conversation, where we both share a time of cleansing our minds ...

The mountains spoke

Hewraman, where south meets east, shoulder-to-shoulder they become one. Where enforced borders become invisible, the mountaintops reach towards the sun. The border post, a remote and yellow painted block of...

21 Faces of Newroz

On the 21st March, the people of Kurdistan welcomed the year 2714 and celebrated the first day of Spring, it is on this day that hundreds of thousands of Kurds take to various beautiful locations across Kurdist...

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