Another engineer from Sudan,
he engineers my Kurdish life.
Not with love,
not with care,
but with rulers, wires,
cold calculations.
In Germany,
my Kurdish life becomes rubble —
he engineers my Kurdish life.
I am not a blueprint,
not a bridge,
not a project to dismantle.
Yet still he stands,
hard hat of indifference,
drafting my silence,
erasing my roots.
He engineers my Kurdish life,
but I refuse his design.