WTF — Where the Truth Fled
(Shahr-i Sokhta’da unuttuğunuz şey benim köklerim)
They told me
Iran was Persia.
Iran was Indo-European.
Iran was “not India.”
Iran was “not Africa.”
Iran was “clean.”
And then I saw it—
Shahr-i Sokhta.
Balochistan.
Bronze Age.
And right there:
Toda. Reddy. Maniyani. Knanaya.
Indian names lighting up
from a body buried in Iranian soil.
WTF.
You told me civilization flowed from India,
to Iran,
to Mesopotamia.
You drew your arrows with pride.
But the bones say otherwise.
The Indus Valley didn’t just “rise” on its own.
It rose with people
who passed through
Zagros dust and Iranian fire.
And me?
I’m just the weird Turkish Kurd,
the leftover thread
from too many cut fabrics.
They told me I was Anatolian.
They told me I was Iranian.
They told me I was just confused.
But I see the Toda in India
and I hear them singing
with voices from Balochistan.
Not imagined —
genetically remembered.
So now I ask:
Who really belongs where?
Did Persia build Iran?
Or did the others — the brown, the tribal, the forgotten —
lay the first stones?
And what about us,
those of us with Medes in our shadow,
and Turks on our papers,
and silence in our schools?
WTF, indeed.
You didn’t just lie to me.
You lied to history.
And now,
the dust is answering.