We Were Never Unknown
for those who call us “famous unknowns”
You call us
The Most Famous Unknown People in the World—
as if our names were whispers you discovered,
as if our history started
when you finally looked.
But we were never unknown.
Not to the wind that sings in the Zagros,
not to the fires kept by mothers
in mountain villages you’ve never dared to climb.
Not to our poets,
who wrote in exile
but lived louder than your headlines.
Unknown?
Only to those who chose not to see.
You erased our language,
then mocked us for silence.
You burned our villages,
then claimed there was no map to find us.
And now they come—
from Şanlıurfa, with Armenian roots,
draped in our name like a borrowed cloak.
Call themselves “Kurd” when it suits,
but history knows.
Blood knows.
He is Armenian—
and we are not your costume,
not your easy claim.
We are the ink that survived the fire.
We are the voices that rose from forbidden tongues.
We are Kurd—not concept, not mystery,
but people.
Not “unknown.”
Unbought.
Unbroken.