https://www.wattpad.com/story/397969104?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=kurdishgi
> I thought differently.
I am a writer in English and Kurdish. I write stories. I am proud of my language, my culture, and my nation. It’s true—I live in a small region. But I know who I am, what my identity is, and where my roots lie.
For over 102 years, they divided us into four parts. Even earlier, during the wars between the Ottomans and Safavids, they split us into two. We suffered. Our people suffered. But we endured.
Even today, many people in the world still don’t know who we are. They ask: “Where is Kurdistan?”
So I am here to tell you:
I am a Kurd.
As a writer, I have taken on a duty—not just to create stories, but to spread the voice of my people and the beauty of my language. I have decided to publish stories and lessons in my dialect, so that others—inside and outside—can learn it.
I don’t want you to just vote or comment.
I want you to read, to learn, and to understand.
Kurdistan lives through its people. Through its writers, its singers, its children, its warriors, and its language.
If you are here, reading this—thank you.
You are now part of something bigger.