hey remember that time
hey remember that time
Jason Ur, of Harvard University says he’s found the Kurdish region of Iraq to have twice the archeological density of Syria and 10 times that of southern Iraq. The Kurdish region, he says, has incredible archeological potential.
”We’re discovering a completely unknown center of civilization. There are cities that no one has ever seen before, there are elaborate engineered canals and irrigation systems and unbelievable landscapes that we’ve known nothing about. We’re really in the absolute core of one of the world’s first great empires,” says Ur.
I’ve been slowly developing dozens of rolls of film I have gathered from over the years and I got these pictures back today from my trip to Kurdistan in 2011. I almost forgot I took these.
I remember the day perfectly. There were at least 30 of us at my Nana’s house getting together for dinner and while all the adults were talking I snuck up to the roof with my cousins because I wanted to shoot some portraits.
I fucking love how they came out.
This photo was taken by me in 2011 while driving along the mountainside in Darbandikhan.
Family photos in Kurdistan
(My grandfather on the right)
Just had a long conversation with my dad who told me there’s a big possibility that Kurdistan will be its own country very soon. I asked him why/how and he said that the relationship between the Kurdish government and Central Iraqi government is very bad right now to the point where they started firing at each other yesterday. So my dad has his gun ready. I asked him what happens if they bomb Darbandikhan [the village where my family lives and where I visited] and he said “We’ll bomb them back.”
This should be interesting.
Anonymous asked: do you speak kurdish?
I visited Kurdistan the Summer of 2011 and learned about 200-300 words. I wouldn’t say I speak Kurdish but I am definitely learning. I can speak in very common and simple phrases like hello how are you. I am hungry. I am sleepy. I don’t want to eat _______. You are crazy. I love you , etc.
So yes and no?
By the way if anyone could help me along my journey of learning Kurdish I’d truly appreciate it. It’s hard for me to keep up when I’m not actually in Kurdistan immersed in the language.
Never forget the victims of the Halabja poison gas attack on March 16th, 1988, where 5,000 innocent civilians lost their lives. The Iraqi government of Saddam Hussein perpetrated the attack, which was and still remains the largest chemical weapons attack directed against a civilian-populated area in history. This is a graveyard and memorial for the victims in the heart of Halabja, South Kurdistan.
I drove by Halabja. And by Halabja Taza (New Halabja). My cousin, Aram, wrote a poem about the tragedy and recorded it. I’m going to post it soon for all of you.
Last night I dreamt of Kurdish chai. I don’t remember everything about the dream except the excitement I felt when I realized someone was going to serve it to me. It must have been my grandmother. She was carrying a silver platter with the filled up chai glasses on top. I could smell the tea and the sugar.
I miss Kurdistan more than anything. Maybe I feel the longing towards it more now because my dad lives there. My dad fucking lives somewhere that is not my own home. It’s weird. But I’d rather him be there than anywhere in the world.
I miss the taste of chai and the cultural importance of it in general. Every meal was accompanied by chai. Every conversation accompanied by chai. When someone new entered the room there was always someone else in charge of making and bringing the guests chai within 5 minutes.
The first few days I spent there I drank the tea straight from the glass after swirling the small spoon around the tea, waiting a few minutes for it to cool down. The more I observed everyone else (mostly the men) I realized they drank the tea much differently. They would pour the tea from the glass to the tea plate, pick up the plate, put it up to their mouths and drink it much like us Westerners would drink milk out of the bowl after we finish our cereal. I asked why and they said it was mostly to cool the tea down so they’d be able to drink it faster. From that moment on I never drank my tea the “normal” out of the glass way.
Sugar cubes. Silver platters. Pink roses. Prayer beads.
These are the things I miss.
I miss my father and the mountains of Kurdistan more than I ever thought possible.
Female Fighters of Kurdistan