Gouya Roshan From Darkness to Light

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...