Half fjords, half mountains,
half snow, half sun—
a child of Norway and Sweden,
yet carrying the fire of Kurdistan.
In his veins, the Tigris flows,
woven with Baltic winds,
a bridge of ancestry—
Turkish traces, Kurdish roots,
Scandinavian skies.
A tapestry of lands,
a living map of histories,
his face a meeting place
of north and south,
east and west—
a story written
in blood and breath.