Nawruz is Back in an Akrawi Style
Fire Flames Beautifully Illuminating the Evening Sky of Akre |
Every year, thousands of Kurds and non-Kurds go to Akre to watch the fire flames beautifully illuminating the evening sky of the town. Hundreds of the town’s young adults carry fire touches and begin climbing 354 steps to the top of the highest mountain in Akre, known as Kale.
My Nawruz Jewel from Akre |
What I really wanted was to join these young adults. Like always, I want to be among the locals and be part of their cultural rituals, typical me!
To my mother, my determination was blasphemous considering I would be the only girl among them. I asked my 2 students who I happened to meet there that I want to be a part of the bonfire with the town's adults. They discouraged me at the beginning considering that 354 stair steps will be cumbersome to climb and the fire flames were risky. They were also afraid that I was going to get hurt from all the gunshots.
Nothing could stop me from wanting to do what I had planned in my mind, “I want to climb 354 stair steps with a torche to the very top of the mountain,”I said. “I will be fine and you guys need to stop worrying about me. So what if I am the only girl? Perhaps I can pave the road for other girls,” I added. They got me a red scarf or “Jamadaniya” to wrap around my shoulders and they handed me the flag and placed me at the very beginning of the line. Yes I was the only girl but to them it was an honor that a girl would be joining them. Instead of a torch, they asked that I carry a Kurdish flag for them. I was so happy to finally win their agreement.
Everyone was questioning my determination of wanting to join the climb. All of the sudden I heard my student utter with a discomfort that everyone in the neighborhood is talking about me for wanting to climb Kale. I said so what? Then they said, don’t blame them, they have never seen a girl wanting to climb kale for Nawruz :)
Where we started merging |
I was told that the march is going to begin at sunset. They called me over at 6pm and wanted to double check if I still wanted to climb with the fire flame. I said yes, I am. They placed me at the very beginning of the line and there we heard the gunshots at 6:20pm as a sign that we are to begin merging.
I started climbing stairs with all the boys from the town carrying torches right behind me. I was told that I should not stop, but rather continue climbing because thousands of tourists are recording us. I was the first female and the only one to join this ritual.
At stair #200, I was not an ease considering that I was climbing and there was no oxygen for me to breath with from all carbon dioxide coming out of the flames behind me. I had the determination in mind that I have to continue climbing. At the very same second I remembered our struggles back in the 1990s and how we had to leave everything behind and climb many mountains seeking the ultimate relieve from Sadam’s bomb. I told myself that today my struggle is different, my struggle comes with a joy, hence I wanted to continue climbing to the very top of the mountain to wave the flag of Kurdistan, to show the whole world that we have come a long way and we sure have ended every oppression possible.
Us marching |
Everyone right behind me |
Where does this whole waving the Kurdish flag ordeal comes from, you might be asking plus what it is the significance of waving the flag and torches on the top of the mountain? Well this ordeal goes back to ancient history. Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a king. This King who went by the name of Zuhak, who had an unfortunate birth defect, 2 gigantic snakes growing from each shoulder because of a curse placed on Zuhak by the Gods for his evil ways. These snakes had to be fed with the brains of 2 children everyday of the year.
Now the King's doctor who was in charge of procuring the snakes meal couldn’t bring himself to kill children everyday so he would smuggle one of the children to a land beyond the mountains and feed the Basilisk's a mix of human and sheep’s brains (yummy!!).
One of the subjects of this ancient despot was Kawa a poor blacksmith who had already had many of his children sacrificed in this way. When he was told that his last remaining child, his beloved daughter was to be the next to be sacrificed, Kawa marched to the land of the smuggled children raised an army and marched on the palace of Zuhak. Where he killed the tyrant with a single blow of his mighty hammer.
The sacrificial children who had survived 'the Dragon' then set out to the mountains and let fires to tell the people of the world that the Evil King was gone and that freedom and peace would now reign in the world (sounds familiar).
One of the subjects of this ancient despot was Kawa a poor blacksmith who had already had many of his children sacrificed in this way. When he was told that his last remaining child, his beloved daughter was to be the next to be sacrificed, Kawa marched to the land of the smuggled children raised an army and marched on the palace of Zuhak. Where he killed the tyrant with a single blow of his mighty hammer.
The sacrificial children who had survived 'the Dragon' then set out to the mountains and let fires to tell the people of the world that the Evil King was gone and that freedom and peace would now reign in the world (sounds familiar).
An image of myself proudly carrying the flag of Kurdistan The happiest moments of my life |
In western culture, March 21st marks the end of winter, when the days begin to stretch out noticeably and the nights to shrink. To us Kurds, March 21st is nothing but a rebirth! The 21st of March is a reminder of victory over the murderous tyrant Zuhak. It is a promise that release from the burden of winter, which will one day be accompanied by freedom from political oppression in all four parts of Kurdistan.
really nice post dr.
ReplyDeletewoohoo! u did it! I don't know how u managed it, but go girl! :). The environment looks amazing... i've never participated in Nawruz celebrations :(. That was a really nice blog Helene. To date I wasn't too sure why Kurds celebrate Nawruz, so thanks for the info :-)
ReplyDeleteWAW...Climbing 354 stairs!!
ReplyDeleteEveryday I get a new evidence as why my exam was so stressful!
As a Kurd, I am very proud of you and ask God to keep people like you serving our poor people.
You're the first woman in how many years? Is your family proud of you now?
ReplyDeleteNawrozt piroz wa la hamu gali kurd le her shweneki em jihana we hiway drustbuni dewlati gawray kurd dexwazm,babatekt zor jwan bu dest xoshit ledakam
ReplyDeleteHappy Newruz,
ReplyDeleteThanks fo rshairing, wornderful
soraya
Excellent. You need to be cloned! We need more female like you in our society.
ReplyDeleteHelene,
ReplyDeleteA terrific story and beautiful photos. I made sure my teen-age sons saw your story. It's an inspiration to work for one's goal. Newroz piroz be!
Tom
I've only ever climbed the stair case to Akre Cave/Mountain once and that was in 47C summer heat - i loved every minute of the long climb and now i want a taste of Akre Newroz it looks like you had a fantastic time :)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant post once again - brilliant patriotic flag overlooking the city in that last photo, dastet xosh! :)
Thanks for sharing. I loved the blog.
ReplyDeleteI remember living in Akre and seeing Baathist come and force everyone down the mountain or shoot at them before they ever got to the top of the mountain. Many young Kurds have lost their lives in those steps you took in Newroz. I am very glad you had the chance, I am planning on going back to Akre for Newroz if I get a chance to go to Kurdistan for Newroz.
Again, thanks for sharing, the pictures looked very nice.