My father needed nursing just as much as the helpless Kurds in Iran, the homeless ones in Iraq, the hopeless ones in Turkey, and the stateless ones in Syria.

“My lullaby passes through the concrete walls. Other prisoners, political and nonpolitical, are quiet. My lullaby soothes them even though not everyone speaks my language. Some sob like infants. “Ly-ly-ly-ly . . . Kazhollei chaw kazhallem . . . ly-ly-ly . . .”
― Daughters of Smoke and Fire
― Daughters of Smoke and Fire

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