Next time you meet someone Kurdish, don’t ask them to explain their entire geopolitical situation. Just say hello. Maybe share some tea.
It means food that tastes like memory. Dolma, biryani, kuba, mastaw. The smell of lamb and spices drifting through my mother’s kitchen on a Friday afternoon. Meals that take six hours to prepare and twenty minutes to eat — and that’s exactly the point. i am sam kurdish
It means having a passport that doesn’t match your heart. Being Kurdish means being part of a family that stretches across mountains and borders and generations. I can walk into a Kurdish café in London, Berlin, Nashville, or Stockholm — and within five minutes, someone has offered me tea and asked whose son I am. Next time you meet someone Kurdish, don’t ask
And I’m Kurdish. I come from a people without a state but with an unshakable soul. A people whose anthem is called “Ey Reqîb” — “O, Enemy” — because even our love songs have a little defiance in them. It means food that tastes like memory
— Sam Enjoyed this post? Share it with someone who’s ever asked you “Kurdish… is that a language?” Let’s start a conversation, one cup of tea at a time.