I Am Sam Kurdish Page

If I say “Iraq” or “Turkey” or “Syria” or “Iran” — depending on where my family’s borders fell on some map drawn long before I was born — people nod like they understand. But they don’t. Because I’m not from those countries. I’m from Kurdistan. A place that exists in every way that matters except on most official documents.

It means never quite fitting in. Not fully Western, not fully Middle Eastern. Always a little bit other — but proud of it. I won’t pretend it’s all poetry and good food. i am sam kurdish

“Oh, so you speak… Kurdish? Is that like Arabic?” If I say “Iraq” or “Turkey” or “Syria”