A Letter from political prisoner Ehsan Fattahian, two days before his execution
Last ray of sun at sunset,
is the path that I want to write on,
The sound of leaves under my feet,
say to me: Let yourself fall,
Adelaide Kurdish Community Protest in solidarity with Hunger strikers in Turkey
"We are here today to protest in solidarity with the 10,000 Kurdish political prisoners in Turkey who are on indefinite hunger st...
Kîme Ez? 1973
Who am I?
Who am I, you ask ?
The Kurd of Kurdistan,
a lively volcano,
fire and dynamite
in the face of enemy.
I shake the mountains,
the sparks of my anger
are death to my foes.
Tu Ji Kê Derê Yî
Ji Elezîz, Bedlîs û Mêrdînê,
Zaza û Miks û Kilîs û Efrînê,
Dersîm, Erzirom, Erzinganê,
Bayîzd û Sêrt û Wanê,
Meletê, Dorinde û Bostan,
Diyarbekir û Cizîra Botan,
Westan û Xozat û Palo,
Mûş û C...
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