Kurdish and Whole
I found them,
all of us,
together,
not split by borders,
not divided by the lines
they've drawn on maps,
but as Kurdish as a whole,
in our blood, in our bones.
A history hidden,
a people scattered
but never erased,
woven into the same fabric,
one that stretches
across mountains and deserts,
across time,
across centuries of struggle.
How strange,
how telling,
to see the Kurdish people,
not fragmented,
not broken into pieces,
but here, whole,
with our name,
and our identity to keep.
The world can call us
different,
the maps can draw lines
across our hearts,
but in the DNA,
we are tied.
We are Kurdish —
and that is all.
No one can erase it.
We rise,
as we were always meant to.
Kurdish and whole,
and no one can deny it.