I did not learn freedom of expression as a child. Silence was the preferred option for a Kurd in Iran. To speak even of mere rights might cost you everything. I learned early to hold my silence. Silence has its wounds, though.

I am now speaking because previously, I couldn’t.

I am not a politician nor an activist. I am simply a person who has had to abandon everything. I’ve witnessed good people vanish. I’ve seen families falling apart under pressure. I’ve felt the intimidation of being punished, not because of what I did, but because of who I am.

Since I arrived in the UK, I've attempted to rebuild my life. But the memories do not fade, and neither does the burden. I speak because I am seeking to be heard. Because I don’t wish to vanish quietly like many others did.

This site is probably the only site where I feel secure enough to be myself. I don’t come here to use it to hurt. I come here to remember. To share. To remain human.

I speak because others are unable. And since I am able, I feel compelled.