Helina Blogs

I heard a rumor that the world is starving while the majority of us here are well fed. Is that true? The rest of the world works hard while we play? --Hm, could this be why we're hated so much?

Of course my Ballet Kurdish Kalash.  The cutest gift I have gotten in all my life I must say from the cutest creature.  I am too happy to wear them to work every week. 

Here I go again with another blogupdate.  This update is unique of its type.  I will try to give you some heads up about this project that has been running in my head for quite sometime. We are starting to take some action after having some long discussions with the senior residents at the diabetes center that I volunteer at two days out of my super busy schedule with academia. The senior residents not only showed their complete support but offered to translate all my efforts to Kurdish language.  Here is what I put together.  I plan to have this information in a pamphlet /seminars format for our patients at the center. The goal out of this information is to bring awareness to the patients about the complications of having uncontrolled sugar over a long period of time. Once they reach an awareness state, then they should be granted the needed skills and knowledge to prevents these complications from happening. I will try to keep this post in a lay language as much as possible consid

All photo credits goes to my friend, Jamal Penjweny.   The memories from our childhood still exist, or in another expression, we still carry a bit of the child inside us. Jumping was my dream when I was a child. I wanted to fly through a highest jump to watch my house and the road from the sky and to see the entire city where I was born. It never happened! I had no chance to have a flight by airplane even once in my childhood.   Now! I can see my city and even all Iraq from the tiny window of the airplane, but everything looks different. When I was a child, I used to jump with my friends for joy and happiness. I only dreamt of watching my place from height for no reason. But now! We are flying in a big competition and we all have forgotten the beauty of the games we had in childhood. Wherever There is a Kurd, There is a Story ...