Just because I say I am Kurdish, – Dzudzuana/Satsurblia/Iranic Pride

Just because I say I am Kurdish, – Dzudzuana/Satsurblia/Iranic Pride

Just because I say I am Kurdish, the world does not soften its hands, nor carve me a space at its table. No stranger wraps me in kindness, no gift arrives dressed as a Kurdish man to build a future in my name. Life does not bend to identity— it stares with blank eyes, a mirror of indifference. And still, I walk carrying my name, as if the weight itself is proof I exist.