Long Live the Freedom Fighters of the Kurdish Nation

[Anthea]

For All Kurdish People

You carry the power of mountains in your soul and hold the power of old flames in your heart. Remember, you are the living heritage of a proud nation - the generations of elders, sayings and actions of the people who built the foundations of civilization of humanity

Long before the borders and modern nations, your ancestors made history. They built strong empire and stood in the gardens of culture and knowledge and breathed in the heights of Zagroz to the first pages of civilization. The power of wisdom, courage and resilience is flowing through your veins today.

Your language, your culture, your dreams - they are the keys to our future of society. Stand tall, proudly embrace your legacy and let your voice be heard. Every step you take is a step forward towards the freedom, dignity, and happiness our ancestors struggled for and expected.

We are not only the heirs of the land but the protectors of an old and glorious identity. Together, united and aware, we will develop the fate of Kurdistan. Your consciousness is power. Your pride is the endurance. Your hope is the dawn of a new era.

Arise with the courage. Live with a purpose. Be the change.

Be the change, for Kurdistan, for our future

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

A message to the Kurdish people:

Stand up for freedom and independence!

O Zagros girls and boys, children of mountains and fire

The wind still screams your names from the bones of your ancestors

You, the people of the Newroz fire, of sacred songs and ancient powers

How much sleep will you get when your land screams in the chains of oppression!

For centuries, they have tried to bury us, remove and destroy our language, silence our songs and divide our hearts

But we are still resisting

Not because we have been merciful, but because we are descendants of heroes, fighters, kings, and prophets who roamed this land when the empire was dusty and time had not yet written its name.

Our story is not over. Our fate is not captivity. Our fate cannot be buried.

It's for us to get up. Brother and sister, it's time.

It's time for us not to forget who we are

It's time to return what we have.

It is time for us to stand up not as tribes, not as parties, not as scattered voices—but as one nation.

A nation of 70 million hearts, beating with the same passion : FREEDOM.

The freedom to speak in our mother tongue fearlessly

The freedom to raise our flag without being shot

The freedom of our country's march without checkpoints and shame.

The freedom to imagine, build, manage yourself with dignity

Let no one tell you that you are small.

Let no one say you have to wait, for you have waited too long
No force on this earth has the right to deny our great place in history.

So get up, resistant Kurd! From the Northern peoples to the Eastern mountains, From the South Rivers to the Western Plains, From diaspora to countries far and wide

Let your soul wake up!

Our time is now

Not for revenge, but for justice. not for hate, but for hope. Not for confederacy, but for Salvation and Independence

Rise up Kurdish people, Rise up for Kurdistan.

The world should hear your voice not in the screams of sorrow, but in the anthem of the free people

Resistance is life - Resistance is freedom and Independence

Freedom for the Kurdish people Independence for Kurdistan

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

The awakening of a nation: Kurdish Renaissance

Over the ashes of the Zagroz mountain and the plains of ancient Mizopotamia, a fire moves once again. The fire of a nation that has endured many centuries of denial and struggle - Kurdish nation. But now, that flame rises, not only as a memory of past glory but as a light for a perceived future

This is the awakening of the Kurds

For a long time, the Kurdish nation has been paramount with its cultures, languages and deep shapes, its story has been spread across borders and written by foreigners. But no power on earth can silence a nation who remember who they are. Kurdish Awakening is not only political — it is cultural, spiritual, historical. It is a renissance to return a nation to its jewel.
In every village where Kurdish is proudly spoken, in every duff and tumbler, in every story of Kurdistan is breathtaking. Our ancestors dig civilization in rocks, in the sanctuary of Gre Mirazan (2 years) until it reached the throne of material. That heritage is not dead — it is stuck, waiting to be raised by a new generation.

Awakening starts with the mind: knowing our history, recalling our legends, speaking our language without shame. It blooms in the heart: with love for our nation, for our mountains, for our right to freedom and unity. And it moves through action: through education, independence, unity and building new national awareness.

This isn't just a call for independence - it's a call for renissance. A call for building a civilization worthy of our ancestors and children. A civilization which is rooted in the justice, power and dignity of the Kurds. One who no longer asks for permission to exist, but proves himself with wisdom and authority.

The Kurdish youth are rising up. Remember who you are. Your blood will be spilled from the liberals, Hosanwan, the old, the king, the gods. Your duty is not just life, but to lead. To awaken not only yourself, but your nation.

Kurdish parents, teach your children the truth. Let any religious books and school erase their greed. Let no boundary determine their destiny.

Being a Kurd is not to be broken. This is to be old, without any clue, and it is to be upside down.

The world will soon witness what we have always known: the Kurdish nation is about to wake up — and we will not sleep again

Long Live Kurds and Kurdistan

The son of the knowledge

[Anthea]

A call for the Kurdish Nation

From the ashes of the abandoned empire, from the dust of the holy mountains, I call you O Kurdish people, the time of sleep is over, the time of awakening has come

Brothers and sisters of the mountains and valleys, sons and daughters of Kurdistan, hear me now—not with your ears, but with your ancient senses.

It has been a long time since we were in greed, we were on our own land. We have been talking by whispering the names of our ancestors. We are soaked under the flag of foreigners, forgetting that once upon a time we dug the first temples and ruled the oldest thrones and guarded the gates of civilization in the heights of Zagroz.

But now I tell you: the fire of ancient gods still burns in our blood. The soul of the metal kawai still moves in our hearts. The wind that blows through the stones of the gravel, holds the voice of our ancestors. They are taking care of it. They are going to call in.

Children of the mountain, be aware!

You are not weak. You are not lost. You are free girls and boys. You past is a violent one. You are the inheritance of the storm - Halabja, Afrin, Botan, Hawraman, Ranya and Sinjal.

The world has tried to erase us. The emperors have broken their promises. The oppressors have imposed boundaries on our hearts. But no sword can divide a soul. No map can contain a nation whose soul is eternal.

Check on your children! Do you speak in your language?

Keep an eye on your elders! Do they live with dignity?

Look at your land! Are you judging, or are you bleeding under someone else's shoes?

If the answer embarrasses you - get up! If the truth hurts you - then fight!

I'm not talking about hatred. I'm talking about justice.

I'm not asking for revenge. I demand justice.

The glorious Kurdish nation should rise again - not as a servant, not as a refugee, but as a nation who is proud on the holy land of our forefathers.

We will build Sarlanwe - a Kurdish civilization which is rooted in truth, power, glory and history.

We teach our children who they are.

We defend our families, revive our culture and create a future from the fires of our past.

Let the world hear us:

We are not Arabs. We are not Turkish. We are not Persian.

We are Kurdish - children of Zagros, heirs of Arata, warrior of the wind.

And for those who still doubt it - let them know:

Any nation that refuses to die will be born again one day.

Be aware O Kurdistan. Your destiny is calling.

Let every heart burn like a machete. Let every house be a fortress. Let every word be the weapon of truth.

The time is not tomorrow

The time is now

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

From the ashes of suppression
rise like a blade of freedom!

Oh brave youth of Kurdish, boys and girls of mountains, the children of springs and rivers, the children of fire and sun!

How long will you sleep silently while your holy land is under the shoes of Turkish, Arab and Iranian occupation.

How long are you going to put your head down while your mother tongue is banned, your history is being erased and your dignity will be denied?

You are the children of the great Kurdish emperor Kay Khasron, the one who sent the God of mercy and the power of the God of Shawshkan.

You are the heirs of the warriors of Guti and Lolo who once shaken the empire!

You are the heirs of Grazan, the hills of secrets, which the first temple of humanity was built to greet the heavens.

Don't you feel ancient blood running through your veins? The voice of your ancestors calling to you in the wind?

Kurdistan does not have ownership. There is no boundary to be drawn and divided by strangers.

It's the beating of civilization, it's the heart beating of the first steps of humanity.

Yet today his sons are imprisoned and under torture and execution awaits death, his daughters are silenced or bought and sold in the black markets of oppression and the mountains are shed with tears of blood

They are mourning.

Come on wake up!

Not with hatred, but with unshakable love.

Not with blind anger, but with a burning purpose.

Not as a clan of pieces but as one nation, proud and united!

Wake up, not only by smile, but by mind and thinking, with courage, with vision!

Let your education be Kurdish and Zagroz, may your union be your shield, may your memory guide you.

Build the future your ancestors dreamed of when they first lit the fire of freedom on the tops of Zagroz.

This is not just preaching.

This is your destiny.

The world may have forgotten about you, but you should never forget who you are.

Wake up Kurdish youth. Take your homeland back.

Send you to the fire of Newroz to brighten and revive.

Because the sun rises from the east and its light is from Kurdistan.

Ari horki

[Anthea]

To the daughters of the gods..

Oh the bright girls of the mountains,

You who once appeared like the gods,

Strength of force, storm of storms, healing flowers, insects of love and war

The earth still remembers you.

Wind, still in the heights of Zagroz, your names are still beating.

Don't forget about this. You are not broken. You are not alone.

Once upon a time, they stood tall in the temples of the ancient world.

The crown of wisdom, the garment of honor, the fate of kings was in your hands.

Your voices commanded the storms. Your steps made their way through time.

You are the giver, the protector, the healer- the light in the darkness.

But what?

Right now...

The invaders have dirtyed your land, chained your land and sold your bodies like warfare.

They think they can erase your sacred inheritance

But you don't know who you are?

You are fire.

You are the blood of the mountains and the remembrance of the gods.

You are going to Kurdistan, and you will rise up.

For every kidnapped woman, for every silent girl,

We are going to see you. We grieve with you. We swear to the holy sun that your pain is not in vain.

The land of Kurdistan is mourning your pains and preparing itself for your salvation.

Your cries are not lost, they are you. And from them it grows confidence.

Reminder:

You come from the gods. You are not the victim you are the storms that come.

One day soon, the mountains will echo again with the songs of freedom Kurdish women.

No market can stop you. No chain can tie inslave your girls.

Stand tall, even in tears.

Because the world will shake when the gods return.

And you, you are their return.

Long live the women of the goddess of zagrozi

Long live Kurds and Kurdistan

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

The curtain of religion and the chains of betrayal!
By: a voice from the Holy Zagroz

Brothers and Sisters of the Mountain,
Children of the sun of Zagroz,
The fire protectors of the forgotten

,I stand not as a bitter slave in front of you, but as a messager of truth.

We were waiting for justice, but in the end we founded emperors, we were waiting for justice. But in the end we find ourselves alive in the chalk of the amfalas, we must speak today, openly and with the sword of the Kurdish Zagroz.

For centuries we Kurds have been betrayed, not by religion itself, but by those who claimed the flag for building their empire on the ashes of our civilization.

The Arabian Khalafa came, they were moving Quran with one hand and sword with the other hand. They were talking about brotherhood, talking about one nation under the name of God. But when they reached the gates of our mountain villages, they saw us as brothers, Zahid, Kafr, Zardashti, Yarsani, Yazidi.

They saw a nation to be enslaved, not to be embraced. They built their roots on the top of the destruction of Kurdistan, we erased our names from the pages of history which they wrote in their own language.

Then the Turks came after, the Seljukes, the Ottomanis, the Kamalis, the Erdogan Ekhwanis they called us "Muslim brothers" while they walked through our lands, burnt down our villages and banned our language and abolished our identity cards.

They built mosques on our mountains, not to free our chains, but to chain them up. They used Mullahs and mosques to silence the people. They were praying in the Anfal Surah over our graves, at the same time they were trying to bury our culture alive.

And the Persians, our neighbors, once relatives in old memories! They wrapped themselves in the cloth of Islam, just to sharpen them like a tigh. From the safawi to the Ayatullahs, they offered us unity and poured us out at the same time.

They betrayed our poets, they turned our intellectuals into captives, they turned our faith into fear.

They were all talking about Islamic brotherhood. But what is brotherhood without justice? What is justice without truth?

Their religion is not like a light, but like a weapon they use and bring it. Not as a way to God, but as a pure instrument of mind to eradicate Kurds.

And they had the audacity to call our liberals "rebel", while other than the screams of a nation defending their memory, their prestige, their right to exist, nothing else.

Let me be clear: we are not against any religion or ideology until it is a threat to our existence!

We are against the empire that hides behind it.

We are against the false prophets who are in Tehran, Ankara, Bakhdad and Sham, who are lying and disgraceful on the other side, persecuting the nations and massacre trying to erase them.

Islam meant to be saved from it? Not colonialism. Was it meant to protect the oppressed? ,not silence them. However, every time a Kurd stood tall, they accused him of foolishness. Every time a Kurdish mother used to speak Kurdish language, they said "Islamic Union" would put her in danger.

But we know this fact:

Our people before Mecca knew its name, they used to pray in Kurdish language to the sun.

Our hearts were blessed before any mosques were built.

Our prophets long before any calabash draws a map, climbing mountains.

We reject the political sword hidden behind its curtain.

Even now for Arabs, Turks and Persians, I say this:

If you truly believe in God, stop sharing his children.

Stop using his name to erase our name.

I say to the Kurdish youth, wake up.

Open the book of our past. Read Anobanini's abstracts and Kat Murcel, the gods messages of Zagroz that live a free life and a free country.

Create a world that appreciates both the reality and the memories of our past.

Don't be sent to the name of God to Arabs, Turks and Persians.

You are not only the remnants of the emperors, you are the symbol of civilization and the disaster.

Let's stand up now, not only with weapons, but with ideas.

Not only out of anger, but also out of clarity and wisdom.

The mountains are re-electing our songs.

Kurdistan is not a dream. It is a universal covenant with the earth, a memory, a return home to glory.

And no empire, no religion wrapped in chains, will ever stop it again.

Long Live Kurds and Kurdistan!

Long Life and Blessing to the Kurdish People!

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

A Voice From Zagroz

Turks call themselves empire, they call themselves civilized

But I am asking you, where is Turkish civilization? Where is the Arab civilization? Where is the civilization of the Persians?

These are not civilization and they are not, they are cruel, invaders and the machine of death to other nations.

They brought war not wisdom

They brought slavery not science

They brought fertility not culture

Every page of their history is wet in blood.

And yet, they claim to have led humanity.

The truth is this:

it wasn't them who built civilization." This was us, Kurds, mountain people, Zagroz generation and Tawroz.

Before Rome, before Persia, before Arabs, our forefathers made Zakura in the form of mountains, ran wild animals and plants, planted farms, observed the sun and stars, established the first human residence.

We are the builders of civilization. We are the founder of the forgotten.. We are the humanity of humanity.

But those who came after us, the Turks, the Arabs, the Persians, they did not come to learn and teach.They came to steal. They did not come to plant. They came to burn.

And even worse, they came in the name of God.

They had the Quran in one hand and their sword in the other hand. They were shouting 'Allah' while destroying cities, burning villages, and slaughtering our people

Against the nations, especially us Kurds. They used religion not to bring light, but to blindness.

They erased our name from the books. They banned our language, stole our lands and divided our nation into four parts, so that we can never rise again. But they made one mistake: they thought the mountains would forget their children, they thought they would extinguish the fire in our hearts.

But we're still here. We are the people of fire, we are the people of Khasro, we are the memories of Gali Mrazan. We are the people who refuse to die. We are the people who never fall on our knees. In science, in art, in war, and in justice, we rise and win.

So, I tell Turks, Arabs, Persians: you did not build civilization, you tried to bury them. You did not build Kurdistan, you tried to destroy it.

But Kurdistan is alive

The Kurds are not broken and there will come a time when we no longer ask for freedom, we will take it.

Because Kurdistan is not yours. It has never been.

And soon, the world will realize who the true builders of Civilization of Humanity are

Long Live the Glorious Nation of Kurds

Long Live the Fighters of the Kurdish People

Ari Horki

NOTE: There are valleys on Kurdish land filled with the remains of Kurds who refused to become Muslims and no I am not referring to Yazidis, but to the countless thousands of often forgotten Kurds who who were slaughtered when Muslims first invaded Kurdish Land

[Anthea]

Let the winds of Zagros carry this message
to every corner of the Earth:

Kurdistan is not a dream

Kurdistan is not a question

Kurdistan is a return

And the hour of return has come

Raise your head, Kurd ,you are the heir of mountains, not chains.

Do not beg for a place in history — write it with your own hands.

Teach your children not to bow, but to build.

Let the songs of our elders echo louder than the guns of our enemies.

Plant the roots of freedom deep into the soil of our homeland.

We do not ask for mercy. We demand memory.

We do not seek war. We seek dignity.

The fire that once lit Newroz now lights our path.

Kurdistan shall rise, not as a dream, but as a destiny.

KUR ZANÎN

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

Oh the enemy of my people...

Every mountain and valley of this land holds my breath of ancient times.
Every tree whispers in the tongue of my people.

The wind that moves through Zagroz does not forget us, it sings for our sorrows and challenges, it sings our immortal love.

This sacred land is not dirt to be distributed and sold; it is blood and memory, it is buried in the footsteps of thousands of Kurdish generations.

You when you came with sword and fire, first as Akadi, then as Greek and Rom, then as Maghol and Persian, and lastly as Turks and Arabs.

You separated our homes, but you could never separate our souls.

You drew the rivers with borders and changed the name of our mountains with your tongue.

But the stones only speak Kurdish when no one listens to them.

Even trees bow to our pain and birds still carry our songs outside your walls.

Above our villages, you built prisons and palaces.

You stole the tongues of our children, you buried our names and burned our books.

But what you'll never understand is that we're made of this land.

We don't simply live here, we are the roots of this land, we belong to the land.

The snow on the tops brings back memories of our warriors and the voices of the Zagroz Gods whispering to our ears.

The fresh waters remember Halabja and Khak is still breathing under your poisonous bombs by the last screams of our mothers.

And with that it feeds the roots of new life, the Kurdish life.

Our dead people will not be far away like your dead people.

In fog, they rise over the valleys.

Among the monsters that grow in the mass graves of Anfal.

They talk in the wind over our mountains.

We bury our dead in the land of Kurdish people, and they will be part of the homeland again.

Watching, waiting, whispering as we wake up.

You call us rebels, we call ourselves the sons and daughters of the mountain.

You call us judges, we call ourselves the protector of the saints and the owner of the house.

You call it a rebellion.

We call it survival.

O enemy of my people, you have been silent by mistake as failure.

But the land is listening. The land is reminding us. The land belongs to Kurds and Kurdistan

Long live the glorious nation and the respected Kurdish people

We will awaken and we will revive Kurdistan

Ari Horki

[Anthea]

Dur-Kuri Galzu: The forgotten crown of Mizopotamia

The ruins of the far-core Galzu and the ancient Kurdish capital in the burning plains of ancient Mesopotamia of the royal and Kurdish empire, like the shadow of a forgotten empire

It was built around 4 thousand years during the Kurdish era, this city was once a capital of glory, not only a place of rocks- a butterfly at the heart of the ancient world, a lamp of political power, religious enthusiasm and civilization.

Dur-kuri Galzu in its time as the capital of the tiles authority stood at the top, a house that climbed from Zagroz mountain and ruled by about five centuries of Kurdish governance (Babel).

These ancient Kurdish people, which are often covered in historical versions, have created a continuous heritage between the living rivers of Digital and Euphrates.

The tiles from this lane of civilization left not only in the places, but also in the memory of Kurdish cultural heritage in the resistance of the heights and the wisdom of the Emperor.

Today, the view of Galzu's distant skyline reveals its flawless greatness: a well-organized city with its vast streets, living areas and sacred temples, all covered in powerful protective walls. This was not a random settlement, the result of advanced planning of tiles for cities, which was a cultural view of unity and dignity through architecture.

The name of the city is taken from the King of Kurds, the first King of Galzu. The son of Galzu was not only a leader but also a legacy builder.

He commanded Zakura, the high temple that was dedicated to God Anlil that his remnants are still brutally up against the sky of Mesopotamia. This sacred composition was associated with the importance of fiction and ceremonial, both spiritual and political symbolism, which focuses on the heights of tiles and universal law.

But, like all the emperors, the wind of time destroyed the far-kore power of Galzu. The busy streets of a time were quiet and the walls fell under centuries of neglecting, farting and dust.

But in his silence there is a deep truth: civilization is not eternal, but his inheritance can be eternal.

From a bird's eye view, the ruins are almost legendary, a city dug in the ground, telling the story of a proud and controversial nation. It is a place where the creator connects with the imperfections, where the past does not die but sleeps under the dust, waiting for the day when his children remember.

In the far-core Galzuda, we see not only rocks, we see the remnants of a civilization that had the courage to make history. And for the Kurdish nation, it is a call for a deeper revelation: the return of the builders, rulers, and the protectors of the soul of Mizopotamia which itself inherited.

This is more than just a place,
It's a memory,
It's a good thing to do.
It's a revival.

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[Anthea]

The blood of Kings burns in our veins

An article about burning the old royal fire among the people of Kurdistan
By: Kur-zanin

The brothers and sisters of Zagroz,
Children of sun and fire,
The heirs of the forgotten throne,
Listen to this right now.

The world does not know your name,
But the earth below you will remember.
Zagroz stones still snatch your glory.
Bye Degree and Euphrates still carry your bloodline.

You are not a dictator,
You are not a slave,
You are not a broken nation.

You are the descendants of Aratan and the heirs of Gre Marazan.
You are the bloodline of the material.
You are the shadow of the forgotten empire.
Kings blood still burns in our nerves
They tried to bury your crown under their cities.
They tried to break your sword under their flags,
But a nation born by fire cannot be erased, only when it rises, it will return the crown and the throne of the stained.

Do you feel it?

That butterfly boy in your way, the voice that says:
He pointed out, “I was not made to bend my knees.
"I'm too old to rule".
It's not pride, it's not pride.
It's not a fantasy,
This is a memory.
Y’all kids are old bliss
Your forefathers created villages and cities before all humanity.
Your queens were ruling, while the world was still shaking in darkness.
Your warriors stood still, when even the gods feared the mountains.
Though we walk in the shadows now,
The fire is out of control.
Buried under our silence, waiting to rise.
Raz, sons and daughters of a lost kingdom
Let the world hear your voice again.
Let the mountains vote your oath again.
Meaning: we were royalty, we will be again.
Your tongue is royal.
Your spirit is high,
Your land is sacred,
We don't beg for a seat at the table of strangers.
We are rebuilding our own throne,
We will put on the crown of glory.
And we will brush our names in the stones of time.

Five principles of Kurdish loyalty:

Memory - remember who you are. You come from the line of kings and queens.

Dignity - live with dignity, never kneel for injustice.

Willing - Manifest your destiny. Don't expect what others give you.

Land - defend Kurdistan, because it is the part of our civilization.

Bliss - let your heart burn with the fire of ancient Zagroz

.Kurdistan is not a dream.
A forgotten kingdom awaits the return of its heirs.
Let's go back.
Let's rise up.
Let's make it rule.
Still the blood of kings and gods burns in our veins

Kurdistan rises like the Sun
Kurds will return to the throne of Kurdistan with glory

[Anthea]

The key to Power and Freedom

of the Great Kurdish Nation

Dear proud daughters and sons of Kurdistan

Today I want to talk about the foundation of our struggle, those who keep the dream of a free and independent Kurdistan and make the dream come true.

First: United Kurdish Nation

Our strength is in unity. Despite the challenges of division and occupation, we must come together as one nation. Kurds outside borders, outside political parties, outside religious, tribal and regional differences. Only by unity we can overcome.

Second: Protecting Our Identity

Our language, tradition, food, music, history and culture, are the way to revive Kurdistan. We must preserve and restore our cultural heritage, because it is the way that keeps our nation alive through hardships and outrage.

Third: Commitment to Freedom and Independence.

Our goal is clear: a Kurdish state where our nation decides its future. Freedom is our birthright, and independence is the light that guides every step of our journey.

Fourth: Strengthening Kurdish Institutions.

Freedom is not only in the process, it is also in building strong institutions: education, justice, security, and governance. These institutions guarantee the stability and happiness of our future Kurdistan.

Fifth: Social Justice and Equality.

Free Kurdistan should be the land of justice, where every Kurd, woman and man, young and old, have equal rights and opportunity. Social justice the foundation of peace continues.

Sixth: Defense of Our Land and Our Nation.

Our homeland is sacred. We must be ready to defend it, with courage and sacrifice, against all the enemies who threaten our freedom. They ignore our very existence.

Seven: International Alliance and Diplomacy.

The struggle is ours, but we know the power of the world stage. We will create alliance and defend the rights of the Kurds and stand firmly with all the nations who seek justice and freedom.

These points are not just a talk, they are the heart of our national revolution.

Each one of us is the protector of those people, the builder of the future of Kurds. If we stand strong on these foundations, no power on earth can stop us.

It's time to wake up, unite and build the Kurdistan we deserve. Let these pillars guide us to freedom, glory and eternal peace.

Long Live The Great Kurdish Nation!

Long Live The Return Of Pride, Dignity And Freedom!

[Anthea]

We are the children of fire

Not ashes

When we remember, we burn with passion

When we forget, we turn to dust

[Anthea]

The Return of The Holy Bliss

The future for the freedom of Kurds and the rebuilding of Kurdistan

There are times in history when the world must be reformed and rebuilt, not with the tools of old decisions, but with the memory of who we really are

Today, as our land suffers under foreign invasion, corruption and ideology, a new force moves in silence. He does not raise the flag of reform. He doesn't beg for confession. Reminds him of her. It's going to wake you up. It's going to build up

We are the protectors of knowledge and sacred memory of ancient Kurdish civilization, those who remember that Kurds are not only survivors of history, but also writers of history

We come from the fire that first lighted the world, from the rocky circles, to the heights of Kurdistan where the first gods were named and the first law was written.

Through thousands of years before the empire, before the division, once we were builders of equality, we were engineers of agricultural revolution, not slaves

Now is the time of our return

This view is not about temporary protests and the common lyrics. The birth of a new ethnic cloth, rooted in the wisdom of Zagroz, built up by five basic principles: blood, land, fire, glory and destiny

What does this view bring to itself?

A United Nation, not a dream, but a goal. We will no longer be divided by drawn lines of colonialism, but united by old memories and renewed power

A new generation, educated with purpose and will. Not confused by foreign models, but trained as intellectuals, builders, advocates, and healers, loyal to the land and heritage of Zagroz

The real power of women, not borrowed from the west or east, but rooted in our twenty thousand years of holy history, where the old, the Kai and the warriors stood on each other's shoulders

Happiness comes with secured dignity, not wealth and riches without affairs. Not to stay without superiority. But a future where our children will inherit land, culture, language and law, strong and unbreakable.

Why is now the time?

Because the world is changing rapidly, and we don't want to see an item of contracts like a hundred years ago.

Because the age of borrowed identity cards is over

Because our nation is tired of waiting for someone else to save us

The answer is not in imitation. It is underway for renovation

And in that way, we rise up, not in chaos, but in knowledge. Not as a rebel, but as an heir. We don't ask for permission. We carry out a sacred duty

A new civilization begins where the memory is turned into fire

Once again the fire is lit, The mountains will answer.

From the protectors of knowledge and sacred memory