I know that Qamishli was my beginning—the first images I saw, the first things I experienced in life, my first football skills and personal relationships. And what the world wanted...

"Bachtyar Ali’s hero wandered the ocean after he had been lost alone in the desert for 21 years. I thought about the coincidence that this book and I had met...

My grandmother Sultana used to tell us these stories every time the electricity cut off and we gathered together in the dark. She talked and talked and talked without getting...

“Why can’t I be a participant, rather than a mere spectator? Even if I have to make sacrifices, I am willing to do so because nothing comes without a price."

My friend, who has always accused me of being melancholy, finally understood my moodiness. He told me the empty streets reminded him of people waiting for their deaths.