Kurdistan is Flying

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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 ...

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  1. HîziloMay 13, 2011 at 3:32 PM

    We collect money, but what for? where are our old beautiful dreams gone?

    we don't really enjoy our life, because we are always busy with challenging and comparing what and how much we have with others !

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