Today a many new student come to my class are from defriand country , they are know where to come to Canada , they know their homeland .
They asked to me where I am from ? I said Kurdistan . Someone asked to me where is the Kurdistan ? How did you come to Canada ? and Why? I was quiet because I don't know how do I distribute . If you read this post, that might be where my land is and why I'm here .
Kurdistan divided in to four pieces between four countries ( Iran... Iraq...Turkey... and Syria ) Why am I here? For freedom .
Are you still listening to me ? I'm from the land where for a friend's to save a friend their life is at risk and sacrificed . When I think about my friend's and my land ....No, no . I can not talk because I don't know the zone .
I want to tell you but I don't know my history .
I didn't receive any education because my school was demolished .
My brothers are in jail .
I haven't seen my friends , because my village was burned .
I have no home because my land is paved by mines .
I don't know the music of my foes .
I can't tell you any stories , because no one ever told me .
My father , my mother were executed . No no my country ! isn't well it was stolen a long time ago . Now you know I am Kurdish and I am from Kurdistan .
