|Dr. Zaradachet Hajo|
|(„Marash“ is the Kurdish name of the city Karamanmaras in Kurdistan / Turkey. Marash has a large Kurdish population, but most of the Kurds living there are not aware of their Kurdish identity as a result of the Turkish oppression). |
Dr. Zaradachet Hajo
From the cradle they were telling you:
Your father is the famous Kemal,
he never abandons ever his children.
So many times you have been asked:
Where is your father who loves even you?
So that you nearly have forgotten
what language your tongue is speaking.
In school you have been troubled:
„I am proud to be your grown-up daughter.“
Nobody, also you, would have risked
to say: I am Kurdish, I alone
will stand up against you all, confess
my guilt not to be Turkish.
How excellent you have been educated by your father
playing your part trained as a dog
a daughter who is cheated of her origins
wandering around under people like you
being hurt again and again, neglected
as a maidservant in the last corner of the world.
What happens if you ever discover
that he never has been your father?
When you wake up your feelings
who fly up as a flock of released birds
directly to Kurdistan?
There is the hoard of the betrayed souls
who would not choose their words.