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  When Humans Do Not Speak to One Another A simple yet profound wish lives in the hearts of many of us: If only all humans could speak with one another… truly speak. Not from behind fear. Not from behind pride. Not from behind the borders that separate us. And not from behind judgments that silence us before we are heard. Today’s world is full of noise, yet it lacks dialogue. We write, react, chant slogans, debate… but we listen less. We rarely sit down to see another human not as “the other,” but as someone like ourselves — a person with fears, failures, hopes, and wounds that may never have found a chance to be expressed. If people could sit together without intermediaries and share their pain, perhaps many misunderstandings would be resolved before turning into hatred. If every anger had a chance to be heard, perhaps it would less often turn into violence. Because behind much anger lies a silent and unseen sorrow. We are often afraid to show our vulnerability. We have learned to...

Sadness Is Not Always Our Enemy Sadness is not always our enemy. Sometimes it comes quietly, settles beside our hearts in silence, and weighs on us without making a sound. We run from sadness, hide it, deny it; because we have learned to be strong, to smile, to keep going. But the truth is this: Sadness is a part of being human. Sadness emerges when we lose something: a person, a dream, a trust, or even an image of ourselves. Every loss leaves a small emptiness within us. If these emptinesses are ignored, they turn into a deep silence — a silence that screams louder than any sound in the night. Some see sadness as a sign of weakness. But sadness is a sign of depth. Those who have never been sad have probably never loved deeply. Sadness is the price of connection; the price of love. If something does not matter to us, losing it does not break us. So if we break, it means something in our hearts was truly valuable. Sadness helps us recognize what truly matters. In moments of joy, we ofte...

Has the World Become Dirtier, or Have We Become More Aware? Sometimes we feel that the world has become more polluted, more ruthless, and more immoral than ever before. It only takes a shocking headline, a violent video, or a report about corruption and injustice to make us feel that humanity is withering. But is today’s world truly darker than the past, or have the veils simply been lifted? A look at history shows that violence, war, slavery, discrimination, and injustice are nothing new. We only need to turn the pages of history: from wars between empires to genocides, from the Inquisition to ethnic massacres. Tragedies such as the  Al‑Anfal Campaign  have also been documented. The world has always carried the potential for darkness. So why do we feel it is “dirtier” today? The answer may lie in information. We live in an age when an event from the most remote corner of the world appears on our smartphone screens within seconds. Social media, independent media, and citizen j...

The Season of Giving; The Brightest Season of Human Life-  During the short span of human life, all our present possessions, wealth, abilities, youth, status, and even loved ones are temporary. History and human experience have repeatedly shown that no possession lasts forever. This simple yet profound truth leads us to a fundamental question: if one day we must leave everything behind, why should we not give with our own hands before that day arrives? As God says in the  Qur'an , Surah Al-Munafiqun, verse 10: “And spend from what We have provided for you before death comes to one of you…” Human beings constantly strive to own: a house, land, capital, fame, or power. Yet time passes indifferently over these possessions. What we have today may belong to someone else tomorrow. This transit is not a threat, but a warning, a reminder that the true value of possessions lies not in accumulating them, but in using them wisely. Wealth that is hoarded only for oneself becomes a heavy...

Patience; An Art I Learned from Falling I can say with complete certainty that I was one of the most impatient people in the world. I wanted to reach everything quickly, see the results of my work quickly, and be noticed quickly. I considered every delay a failure and every obstacle a sign of weakness. I often fell and got hurt, but I immediately stood up so that no one would notice. Not out of pride, but out of fear of remaining on the ground. It took years for me to understand that talent, luck, and motivation could not save me. What truly made me patient was patience itself. But not the kind of patience that appears calm and composed on the surface; the patience I have come to understand is the result of repeated practice and perseverance. Sitting still is not patience. True patience means continuing when you are tired, taking risks when you are wounded, and moving forward even when no one encourages you... I learned patience not from books, but through failure. Every time I failed,...

In a world filled with loneliness, we need one another . We live in an age where people are more connected than ever before; yet at the same time, we are lonelier than ever. News spreads faster, images appear instantly; but very little truly touches the heart. The world seems full of discordant voices, yet very few people are truly listening. Many people are busy with their own lives; smiling, occupied, taking photos, replying to messages… yet deep inside they hide an indescribable sadness—one that has neither been noticed nor understood. And loneliness does not always mean being alone; sometimes it means no one sits beside you, no one pours you a cup of tea. Perhaps what humanity needs most today is not more advanced technology or faster information, but genuine connection between people. Someone to say, “Don’t worry. Sit down. There’s no rush. I’m here. I’m with you.” Just imagine: if we could embrace every tired and hopeless person in the world, even for a moment… If we could take t...

                                             Digital Age Privacy In today’s world, with the widespread use of smartphones and social media, threats to data privacy are greater than ever before. People are increasingly becoming insensitive to the dignity and personality of others. Even in a small incident on the street, some individuals prefer to take out their phones and capture photos instead of offering help. These images can quickly spread online and sometimes permanently change a person’s life. With the emergence of social media, our lifestyle has also transformed. Many people instantly share what they eat, what they wear, or what they experience at parties. Colorful tables, expensive clothes, and extravagant celebrations are displayed without considering their impact on others. This behavior can lead to painful comparisons, feelings of inadequacy, and psychological pre...

  Discrimination in the Family and the Sense of Justice Family is usually the place where we expect unconditional security and comfort; a place where love and support should reach all members equally. However, sometimes reality falls short of this expectation, and we witness injustice—even within the closest circle of our loved ones. This experience can be painful and surprising for anyone who has a sense of justice. I have often seen how, within my family and circle of friends, some individuals are reprimanded for minor mistakes, while others, even when faced with the most obvious disrespect, are treated as if nothing has happened. This unequal behavior has deeply affected me; I am both surprised and saddened. It has distanced me from certain people, and my former affection—even if it was not directed at me personally—has faded. This experience has shown me that witnessing inequality can be heartbreaking, even if we ourselves are not the victims of injustice. We feel that standard...

  Being Kurdish; A Root That Cannot Be Silenced Being Kurdish is not just a word on an ID card or a geographic definition; it is a memory born with a person that stays until their last breath. One can move away from the mountains, live in another city, write in another language; Yet the invisible thread connecting a person to their roots never breaks. For many, identity is a choice; something that can be changed or hidden. But for Kurds, identity has often been a destiny. A long history of denial, oppression, migration, and war has tried to erase this name, but the result has been the opposite: every blow has only deepened the memory. The Kurdish language is not just a means of communication; it is a home for emotions. It carries lullabies, mourning, joy, and the stories of generations who wanted to be seen. When a language is ignored, a part of the human being is ignored as well. That is why preserving the language is not merely a cultural task—it is a defense of human dignity. Be...

  When the Calendar Is in the Neighbor's Hands😀😃 Until recently, Canadian politics was a lot like an ice   figure skating  game: full of clashes, but with rules that were generally agreed upon.  People paid their bills on time, talked about the weather, and even if they were unhappy with the government, at least they knew what its strategy was. Then suddenly, from across the border, a name began appearing every day like a weather forecast:  Donald Trump . 😳 Every morning, before the coffee had even finished brewing, the air was filled with the scent of “new plans.” By noon, the plans had changed again; by evening, everyone was asking: “What's going to happen now?” 😀 The interesting part is that Canadian officials realized they were dealing with a natural phenomenon: a mix of storm, thunder, and live television coverage. The more they analyzed it, the more confused they became: Should they open an umbrella or grab some popcorn? 😅😂 Meanwhile,  Mark Car...

The World on Trump’s Calendar: Tired Politicians, a Queueing Globe Politics, laughter, and global trade… Anyone who thinks the world spins solely by rigid diplomatic rules should take a closer look at Donald Trump’s maneuvers. Suddenly, the world looks like a calendar on his desk; each day a different country, each hoping to be next in line. Saturday?  Congratulations, Europe! Prepare for renegotiation, readjustments, and probably another shock. Sunday?  Dear Middle East, topics have shifted. Yesterday we discussed one thing, today we have something new. Monday?  Asia, open your calculators. If the numbers don’t grab your attention, the full story hasn’t been revealed yet. Tuesday?  Canada, don’t worry… we are just watching the situation more closely. Wednesday?  Washington. Breaking news, instant analyses, sudden controversies. Is there even time to breathe and rest? Thursday & Friday?  The media is ready; the show must go on. This method isn’t hard: a...

Mahabad Is the Home of My Heart Mahabad is not just a city that exists on a map; it beats in the gentle rhythm of my heart. Every alley holds a memory, every morning brings a new light, and every evening whispers sweet recollections. Mahabad is not merely a name to me—it is a feeling… a feeling of earth, of sound, of love. This home is bound to my soul. Although it carries some bitter memories, its beauty remains more alive than ever in my mind. I can still hear my mother’s voice echoing through the alley, smell the food that no one else can cook the same way, hear my brothers’ voices, the laughter of children, and their carefree games. This is my Mahabad. Every street and every narrow lane is filled with pure and simple memories: games that lasted late into the night, my mother calling me home, and a hand gently wiping the dust from my face. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can still hear that voice—soft, kind, and full of comfort. As the holiday approached, the house would come aliv...

  The Sin of Silence: When Human Rights Are Asleep  Being human is not merely having two arms and two legs. Being human means having the ability to feel another person’s pain, even if we do not know them. It means that when we know someone is suffering, we do not remain silent. It means not hiding the truth, even when it is costly. There are times when we have never met someone in person, yet when they are treated unjustly, we feel heartbroken. This empathy, regardless of nationality, religion, or borders, is a sign that humanity is still alive. If our hearts still respond to the suffering of others, then we are still human, even if the world has turned its back on that humanity. However, some human rights institutions, which are meant to be guardians of justice, do not respond adequately to the widespread suffering of people. This is not ignorance; it is a choice. A choice about which crises to see and which to ignore. Which victims to highlight and which to marginalize. For ...

The Shoe That Lasts One Year Human beings are creatures guided by plans and arrangements. Our daily lives are filled with “later,” “next year,” “when the time comes,” and “just in case.” We take the future for granted—so much so that we build houses for it, buy insurance policies, and make promises. Yet at the edge of all these certainties stands death; not as an extraordinary event, but as a constant truth, watching this scene with a cold smile. The image of a man who gives his shoe to a cobbler and says, “Repair it so that it will last for one year,” is simple yet profound. This sentence captures the essence of the human mind—a mind that assumes survival as something natural. It is not spoken out of pride, but out of habit. We are used to taking life for granted. We are used to believing our bodies are more durable than the things we wear. Yet the bitter irony of life lies exactly here: the shoe lasts for a year, but its owner does not last even a single day. In this narrative, death...

Why has democracy in Pakistan always remained unfinished? Despite the electoral spectacle, democracy in Pakistan has never evolved into a stable and transparent system. What we have witnessed over the past seven decades is not the consolidation of popular sovereignty, but a vicious cycle of short-lived civilian governments, overt and covert military interventions, and deep public distrust toward politics. The core problem in Pakistan is not the absence of elections, but a structure that prevents real power from resting in the hands of the people. Pakistan was born in crisis from the very beginning. A rushed independence, widespread violence, the displacement of millions of refugees, and constant conflict with India produced a fragile, security-driven state. In such a context, the development of democratic institutions was pushed aside and “control” replaced “accountability.” Unlike many countries, in Pakistan the state took shape before society. A fragmented society, weak political par...

Ongoing Injustices Against Indigenous Peoples in Canada Human history is marked by domination, oppression, and displacement. Throughout history, many people have experienced injustice and inequality, and often these experiences have been acknowledged or compensated for. However, for some groups, these injustices persist. One such group is the Indigenous peoples of Canada, who continue to suffer under this oppression to this day. The structural consequences of historical injustices continue to affect their daily lives. Indigenous peoples are constantly confronted with systemic discrimination. For example, when they become ill, they are often blamed for “excessive alcohol consumption,” and their treatment is delayed. Equal access to employment and universities is limited, and their voices are rarely heard. Even celebrations named after them fail to reflect genuine respect for their everyday lives. In some regions of Canada, Indigenous communities still lack access to clean drinking water...

  Life is a school that never shows the ending to anyone.  Every day we enter a new classroom; sometimes with enthusiasm, sometimes with fear, and sometimes simply out of obligation. In this school, the lessons are not always what we want, but all of them are necessary. Problems are part of life’s curriculum. They are like algebra classes; at first complicated, dry, and exhausting. Many times we say to ourselves, “What is this good for?” But right at the moment we are about to give up, we learn to think, to be patient, and to build solutions. Algebra teaches us that for every unknown, if we do not lose hope, there is an answer. Life is the same. Hardships do not come to break us; they come to strengthen our minds and deepen our hearts. Some lessons are practical, some painful, and some so quiet that only later do we understand what they taught us. Failures are midterm exams, and successes are grades given only for encouragement, not for stopping. A good student of life is not ...

  I Wish Life Were a Catalog I wish life were a catalog; we could flip through its pages and, whenever we grew tired, return to a chapter where breathing felt easier. A chapter where worries were not so overwhelming, where people loved us more simply, and our dreams were fragrant with hope. Perhaps those were the days when happiness needed no reason, and sorrow was not a constant companion. But life is a book that is written only once; it has no undo button, no margins where mistakes can be erased. Still, it holds something astonishing within it: we cannot return to previous chapters, but we can revive their spirit. Through a memory, a song, a person, or even through the courage to love again. Perhaps this is the art of living: instead of regretting past chapters, we learn to bring the spirit of those joyful days into today’s page and move forward. Not exactly as before, but more mature, deeper, and more authentic.