Hi BC, this is my history:
Lo conocí por chat, él acababa de llegar a Istanbul, y se sentia muy triste porque extrañaba a su familia. Así seguimos platicando por más de dos años.
Por desgracia, no hablo kurdo... el tenia un cyber-cafe en Istanbul, y si alguien sabe que hablaba Kurdo, él tendría problemas, aprendí un poco de turco solamente... pero el me enviaba mucha música de Agyre Giyan y más. Muchas veces llorabamos mucho, con las historias que me platicaba...
Pasaron muchas cosas, yo fui a Istanbul buscandolo, pero después todo terminó, y el se fue para siempre de mi lado.
As u can read, I love a land, that I never have seen,I feel inside me, sometimes i dream I go there, and I help them..
He always said, - Sus, they need education.... I cant help enough... I must get back and continue.. for my people..
I have now this love for this land, this flag, this language, this people, cause I found fire in his eyes, when he talked about Diyarbakir, when I cried each time when he was there, and I prayed for them, and waiting for him to get back. When we get crazy when one member of his family was killed.... when finally I found him in the airport and we talk all night about things hapening...
Long time has gone, and he decided stay with another girl, I continue looking for kurdish destiny... u know?, its strange, cause when here, guys outside are worried about stupid cars, or have lot of girls, in other part lots of kurdish guys fight for his country... and lot of girls feel the same pain that I felt. And another girls will never see again to her husbands, and mothers who lose her sons....
Im stay here for lot of people who has died,who r fighting, who beileve in Kurdistan, and suddenly, its great, when I can see that around the world, there are kurds, where guns was replaced by pen, and fight too, for Kurdistan, and the Kurdish Identity.
Maybe Im not expert on kurdish subject, but im here to learn and offer my help too.
P.D.
- Muy "impressive" - Maybe u mean "Muy impresionado"
Regards,
Sus