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Dana
Kadir's Poems - Kurdish Artist -
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Great
Kurdish Artist - poems.
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Dana Berzinjy
-lives in Sydney/Australia
and writes poems in English language.
About Dana :
1. Bachelor of Teaching (Secondary) Faculty of
Education {University of Western Sydney macarthur}
2001-2002
2. Postgraduate Diploma in Adult Education (Teaching
English of Speakers Other Languages) Faculty of
Education {University of Western Sydney macarthur}
1999-2001
3. Postgraduate Diploma in Business ( Employment
Relations Law) Faculty of Business ( University of
Technology Sydney) 1997-1999
4. Bachelor of Business (Commerce and Human Resource
management) ( Southern Cross University) 1992-1996
Lismore
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Dana Berzinjy |
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A Hungry
Child in a vacant House! |
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A True Story
This is a true story about a hungry child in a
vacant house from one of the villages of Iraqi
Kurdistan, (South of Kurdistan)! The Anfal Campaign
by the Iraqi Army during years 1987-1988.
One night I was sitting at home watching Kurdistan
TV, which broadcasts its programs from the Iraqi
capital city of Kurdistan Erbil (Hewler), (South of
Kurdistan).
It suddenly showed a picture of a child in the
Kurdish village with an Iraqi Arab soldier during an
Anfal campaign in 1988. Later on, the TV reporter
went into the details of the story, and said, “from
this village so many people were taken forcibly by
the Iraqi Army, and one child was left alone, but he
said that he did not know how”. After sometime the
Iraqi Army went back to the area to check, and make
sure that everything was destroyed, before they
leave the villages. But one of the soldiers found a
baby that was crawling alone towards him. But the
child was starving, and did not have anything to eat
or any milk to drink for a few days. The child went
closer to the soldier, then he took his gun off from
his shoulder, and he got closer to the baby and then
put the head of the gun called (Kalashnikov) in the
baby’s mouth. After that, the child started sucking
the head of the gun for some time and he thought
that it was a dummy. But after a while the Iraqi
Arab Muslim soldier pulled the trigger and blew off
his head.
The (Kalashnikov) was made by Russian industrial
factories at that time. It was not just that, but
Russian Army was supporting the Iraqi Army by
supplying and training the Iraqi soldiers and
selling its products to the Iraqi Ministry of
Defense.
The former Iraqi Government during Saddam Hussein’s
regime started an operation of Anfal for two years
from 1987-1988, during that infamous campaign more
than 182,000 people including women, old men and
children were captured from the villages and the
country towns of Kurdistan, and then everybody was
put in concentration camps. Finally, the Iraqi Army
distributed all the people, all over the Iraq by an
order from the former Iraqi Defense Minister Ali
Hassan Al-Mejid, the cousin of the former Iraqi
executed president Saddam Hussein. Then they were
all put round hundreds of big holes then the Army
started to shoot everyone. At the same time
bulldozers were used to put soils on the massive
mass graves.
A Hungry Child
in a vacant House!
All the villages in 1988 were shattered,
All the houses were flattened to the ground.
Bombs and TNT were exploded and detonated
Beneath the ancient villages and the cities,
Not a single house was left, that was not raged,
Even the land was raved and made even plainer.
The families were forcibly moved beyond,
Then, a child in the village was left alone,
A little cute boy had no shelter,
He had no options sweet and pretty dear.
No parents, no relatives out there,
Stayed on his own, survived with mind bear.
Not a sip of milk to drink, there was no food to
eat,
All around him full of the dead rotten body meat,
Nobody knew a child was left alone, can’t be seen,
Nobody knew a darling was caught, in hands committed
a sin,
An Iraqi Arab Muslim soldier came in and found him,
The child laughed and smiled, crawled to play with
him,
He thought he would give him a bit of sweet to eat,
or milk to drink!
To save him, and may be this was a gleam in his
dream,
His eyes were opened wide with complete bright,
His smile made the sky shiny like a day light,
The smile made the sky glittery such as the stars at
dark night,
The grin made the shady night stunning like a
rainbow site,
He was pleased, delighted and running around,
He was hoped to be rescued by the God in dawn,
The baby opened his mouth to be fed,
Not to be given a bullet and to be shot in the head,
What the baby thought and sought was false by,
The Arab Muslim infidel (atheist) soldier,
The options were up side down, and his life was
endanger
The hope in his eyes was lost and dull forever,
He thought in the end, he will be a victim in the
hands of the Arab soldier
He will visit Jesus in heaven; this is God’s honor
and order,
I will be sacrificed for the land and the soil of
our homeland,
I will sleep in peace and rest forever, like our
prophet Daniel.
The infidel soldier, put in his mouth the head of
the gun,
The child sucked and thought it was a sweet bun!
After a while the soldier didn’t give him milk,
Or a dummy to sense softness like silk,
The feeling of sucking a tube cold metal gave him a
strong sense,
That is a deadly poison bullet from the Islamic
centre of Mecca and Medina.
Finally, the Iraqi Arab soldier was prepared to pull
the trigger,
Gave the Kurdish child a bullet, which he was
willing to eager,
He blasted the head of the child around,
He gave him an honor without noise and sound.
He proved this is a Jihad for Allah, even to kill
innocent children,
Slaughtering of old men rapping of women all of
these kinds of sins!
But nobody sacrificed his life like Jesus to rescue
others,
Nobody suffered like him; even this savage act upset
him forever!
By: Dana Berzinjy
Date: 19.06.2007
Sydney/Australia
Date Published: 18.07.2009 |
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Daily Tragic True
Story |
Dedication Poem (By Dana
Berzinjy)
I want to dedicate this poem to the lives of
millions of innocent Zoroastrian Kurds, Armenian
Christians, Greeks, Assyrians, Jews and Turks that
sacrificed their lives for the sake of their
homeland and to condemn the former Turkish
Governments in the past, and even the current
Government including Army Generals, Prime Minister,
the Turkish President and AK Islamic party for their
savage act of support for murdering and
assassination of Armenian and Kurdish journalists,
politicians and imprisonment of hundred of thousands
of innocent civilians, politics party members and
destroying lives of thousands of people on a daily
bases. The Turkish Government needs to know that
their fate will be like those dictators that were
captured by people and put in cages for their
barbarian acts against their nations, genocide of
people, freedom, human rights abuse, rape, murdering
women, killing children, creating unemployment,
destroying villages and towns. There are many
examples of those people that were put in ashes of
history by their own people for instance, Saddam
Hussein, Milosevic, and the former Cambodian
dictator Pol Pot (Saloth Sar)...etc. There are still
some dictators out there like the Somalian President
that brought genocide upon 350,000 innocent Somali
people.
Finally, I would like to say that the Turkish
Government should respect the rights of other
indigenes nationalities that lived thousands of
years before the Turks occupied Anatolia. For
example the Kurds lived in Anatolia during Noah’s
and Bethlehem kingdoms. The Bethlehem kingdom had a
great roll in protecting the Christianity. The
Turkish Government needs to change its racist
Constitutional like clause 301, which bans the
rights of other nationalities and respect the 1949
Geneva Convention IV and Additional Protocol 1. The
Government needs to increase its service in
non-Turkish provinces,www.ekurd.net and provide work
and invest more assets in those areas that always
have been under the control of Military, and lacks
basic human rights. The US and the British
Governments should stop their support for the
Turkish Government, because they are directly
participating against the human rights and against
the wishes of the Kurdish and Armenian Christians
for freedom, democracy and liberation of their
homeland. Their support will enhance the Turkish
racist attitude against indigenous people especially
raping and killing Kurdish women in Anatolia.
Daily Tragic True Story
I hear a gun shot, which
devastates me in a most unpleasant way,
These explosion and devastation become a routine on
a daily bases.
******
Another gun shot fills up the sky with a noise
today,
It demolishes some stars in the space of God, in the
lands of Noah in Shirnakh!
******
Bullets blow up everywhere in the lands of prophet
Zoroastrian,
In the wounded and sweet city of Diyarbakir, burnt
the Holy book Avesta!
******
Everyday bombs blast in our red streets in
Kurdistan, that
Kill innocent homeless people in our homeland!
******
The Turkish tyrant always commits a series of sins,
They take lives and put them in grounds, boxes and
bins!
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Speak or sing in Kurdish is a crime by the Turkish
Regime,
You have to take revenge for this savage offensive
act and language genocide.
******
Nobody stands this barbarian battle of hell any
more,
Nobody leaves their kids to suffer and to be blown
in a war.
******
I am sure, there is no doubt a Kurdish hero will
arise,
One day a worrier stands for our rights, and blood
tears of our eyes.
******
May be the worrier has not been born yet, may be
he/she is still not known yet,
May be his/her image is still hazy in the eyes of
our climate.
******
May be the Medes Hero, Steal smith Kawe will be back
soon,
His glory vision can declare Newrozs as a second
revolution.
******
Our suffering prolonged and our nation many times
wounded,
But the oppressors of our homelands bond have not
ended.
******
Let them go to Hell and leave our homeland alone,
leave our nation in peace, Back to your country
China, and join your awkward dead leader Jengizkhan.
******
The Turkish occupiers and the state terror
handcuffed our nation,
They have taken everything in the past, present,
even from the future generation.
******
This tyrant will be put in a cage one day for their
unlimited crimes.
God will take revenge in its own way, even beyond
their exercise of power and religion.
******
It finds out who destroyed 5000 ancient villages
from their roots,
Made homeless, 5 million of innocent Kurds to
Istanbul and other cities.
******
In 1990 the Kurdish villagers lost their lands,
farms, vine yards, houses, water falls, even, rivers
and spring waters, lakes, were poisoned for no
reasons.
******
Even goats, cows, cattle, were lost in this genocide
campaign,
Our natural resources were baked and trees were
dried out in this fall.
******
Birds went blind in poison gases, doers, goats and
wild sheep and bears were Forcibly migrated to other
neighbouring countries with out identity.
******
They were not recognised anywhere, their documents
were not stamped in the border, without visa and
passports, in the check points; they were captured
and put thousands of them in long trucks.
******
They were loaded with out been counted for, some of
them escaped with wounds and hid in the caves and
the valleys, some were hidden themselves in the huts
of the farmers!
******
They smelled poison grass without been able to eat
even a single green grass,
And some were left behind no countries granted them
a shelter.
******
The animals were left in the border without tent and
caves in the spring,
They died in the rain and the hash snowy weather of
Kurdistan, no body did care!
******
Another siren shouts, our ears were torn over and
over, the noise did not stop, Even for a second,
carried on until a black cloud covered the sky, our
sweet hearts went to unknown venue without returning
to our land!
******
There was not even a single star to light the
darkness of their crime,
Everything had done in a secret way in order to keep
things quiet forever!
How come a clever writer Fernandes, D., 1990,
Turkey’s US-Backed War on Terror, discovered this
genocide and released massive information about the
Turkish crimes!
******
Listen my dear, I am in shock again, unexpected news
repeated itself again in here, and another Turkish
pilot is on the war plane bombards my homeland.
******
Another illegal phosphoric bomb drops and put their
hands in bloods of my people, and they have no
genuine reason, except their aggression attitude to
my homeland and indigenous Kurdish people.
******
Kills innocent civilian and, makes another ancient
village to be exploded!
It causes another indigenes mother starts to cry,
another young man is being shot and began to die!
******
Oh no, another family destroys by the air strike and
artillery shells,
Some children stayed orphan forever, for the rest of
their life!
******
These legend people will tell their stories to their
generation, if they are still alive,
Oh, this genocide every day, it captures every
single’s life and eye!
******
Another missile drops in the middle of Medes
homeland,
Another explosion fills my ears and it sounds tore
my ears!
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Destroys the land of Bethlehem and humiliates its
religion,
Distracts the sprit of Abraham and Jesus Christ in
our region Shanli Urfa!
******
They wish to raze the Noah’s Gud Mountain and
Ararat’s with the Arch,
His old boat will be stopped, if not broken for a
second time in the history!
******
Sink all the people on Earth, even with their
prophets,
But this is an insult on the survivors that are
still on board!
******
New spirits come on live, hurry up the son of God,
Never gives up hope on Human Rights, innocent people
on board.
******
The Kurdish people, never give up on the land of the
Meds to be occupied by the Turkish oppressor, by
inhuman beings and unkind savage Regime, in our
existence in life.
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It has been taken on and off for 700 years, which
the homeland occupied,
But thankfully, the Kurdish nation still struggles
and alive.
Kirkuk the Medes city and it was the capital city of
Shahrezoor 500 years ago,
This scared city is still full of beauty; Prophet
Daniel’s Tomb exists in our homelands pretty!
Copyright © 08/03/2009
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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Come to me-we are like soul
and a body! |
LOVE IS BASIC TO
EVERYTHING!!!!!
Love and hate are two different things. Love is the
most important aspect of life on this planet. Love is
the basic aspect of unity and is a sweet sense and a
soft notion among humanity. Love is a bunch of flowers
that grows in Botanical Gardens near the Opera House
in the city of Sydney. Love is the Harbour Bridge
surrounded by beautiful colourful flowers and giant
trees. Love is like a ferry in the ocean that takes
you to the other side of the Manly Beach. Love is a
beautiful woman in the eye of a hungry man. Love is a
sip of water to break the thirst of a thirsty man.
Love is the freedom in the West given to a dark
skinned woman who did not have any. Love is a country
and a shelter for someone who can’t find one. Love is
a warm shelter to protect you from the harshness and
the strong winds of a wild winter in a cold country,
like that found in Kurdistan. Love is a bottle of milk
if you can donate it to children in Africa. Love is a
freedom of speech if you can give it to a speechless
Kurdish woman prisoner in South East Turkey (North of
Kurdistan). Love is the food of soul and body for a
Kurdish child who can’t write a word in Kurdish even
to say my country is Kurdistan. Love is hope for new
life.
What is hate? Hate is one of the worst aspects of
life. Hate is a negative idea among different classes
of people in society. Hate is inequality that
politicians create among people in order to control
the minds of uneducated people for their benefit, to
stay kings forever and transfer power from
a father to a son and so on. Hate is the conflict
between the working class people and their dictators.
Hate is a negative opinion against the wishes of
people by some of the Middle Eastern Leaders. Hate of
their oppressors by women who stand against the abuse
of women, and the control of their freedom and their
rights as human beings. Hate is from dark skinned
people against their unwanted leaders or oppressors
who have been discriminating against these people on
the basis of their colour, nationality, and religion,
for example.
Come to me-we are like soul and a body!
Come into my heart, you become mine,
I am yours, when the sun shines.
Come to me my love, I am a string,
And you are the pearls on it, and a pair of earrings.
You are my breeze in the summer on a hot day.
Come to me in winter when the day is muddy.
You are my spring season and you are green,
You are my flowers on the branches of giant trees.
You are the skies and I am a star,
You are the full sun and I am a light in a bar.
You are the rain in the green season,
I am the drops in a big ocean.
Gaze into my eyes with strong emotion,
Let me fall in love with a great passion.
Let’s dash and pash, snuggle forever,
Keep up rejoicing away endanger.
Hug me in your arm; heat me up so hot,
Until I sense you, squash me up like a baby in a cot.
Nest me in your heart, I feel much safer,
Being without you is a great danger.
Sing like a bird in an intense jungle,
Sounds like a flute from every angle.
Until fainted in your nested chest,
Sing me a lullaby; melting me is the best.
Gaze into my heart for insight,
I raged and burnt all day and night.
Life without love and great passion,
Senseless and hopeless among all the nations.
Love is an endless track, it goes everywhere,
Crosses all ways, it goes further away.
Love has no border, has got no limit,
It crosses over all the borders among all nations.
It passes and flows so fast like a river into the
oceans,
It goes faster than the sound of the sun in just a
minute.
As human beings need love to be our food,
Drink and eat from it, so puts you in a good mood.
Every nation needs a love to have a notion,
Every person needs to sip from the love to have an
ambition.
Nice to love from the heart and to be loved,
Indeed you can’t buy love and sense if you have
hatred,
Money does not buy everything, to make you queen or
king,
Be prince or princess to make you a bird with two
wings to sing.
Money does not buy love and happiness,
Love hates every root of all evil,
I am lost without love and I have no desire,
Shall I go to heaven or hell so to admire?
Copyright © 03/04/2007
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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When you are
out of my vision! |
Honey,
when you are not around,
In the morning, at midday and at night,
The house is full of emptiness,
Everywhere full of loneliness,
During the daylight, evening and night,
I can’t feel happiness when the sun sets itself aside.
When I open and shut my eyes,
My memory brings you back as a light.
It shows me every moment full and bright,
Like a star in the sky that flashes and shines at
night.
Your voice echoes in my ears,
It gives me the sound of music and clear skies.
Everywhere I look, I see your shadow,
I see the trace of your footprint from the window.
I can feel you, and see you around,
But I can’t touch you, I have no doubt.
Sometimes you disappeared and I waited so long,
To be healed from my speechless tongue.
Come around! Fly like a bird with full wings,
In the sky of Sydney be the star of our kings,
The sky is full of clouds, lands and farms burnt in
drought,
Try to come home, bring winds and rains for our minds,
Be the sunlight at night, and the hope of our nation,
Christ, the full light heals pain and brings
salvation.
Copyright © 17/08/2006
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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Sorrow! |
Dedication of this
poem is for the Spirits of hard working and innocent
people in Kurdistan and the rest of the world.
This poem is dedicated to the spirit of my
father-in-law who passed away at 2 am in the morning
on 7th September 2006 in the city of (Koya), in
Kurdistan of Iraq (South Kurdistan). This poem is also
dedicated to the millions of people who lived to
struggle with life and worked hard in order to build
their own countries in the world, for the good-hearted
men and women who worked hard for their families in
order to feed them, despite all the obstacles that
they faced in their life and in the harsh days. I know
how difficult it is to lose someone suddenly who you
love.
Especially if someone had been very close to you and
had been always there for you. A father treated you
like his best friend in the society where men control
everything. Someone had sacrificed his life for his
family to keep them surviving and he educated them
with little income. Someone like a farmer to plant
trees in order for others to relax and sit under in
their shades. For a freedom fighter to liberate
his/her land from the occupier, for the freedom of
people, freedom of speech, for a child to be able to
write his name in the dark days, for a woman to be
free from oppression, to be free from the chains of
men and the society. Some religions are involved in
everything even for things that have no base, nonsense
and brain washing of people without reforming and
thinking about the consequences of their actions.
Something that is not touchable and has not got that
benefit for today’s society and for human beings,
except to encourage corruption and devastation.
I know how difficult it is to lose someone you love. I
know how difficult it is to lose someone you care for.
For someone who had been always with you and lives in
your memory, even though they are not out there any
more but their spirits are alive and will never die
and never die. They live in peace and sleep in the
peace that they worked hard for their homeland and
they died but who still live in peace and they live
with us forever and then they never die.
They Never Die, Never, Ever!!!!!!!!!
Sorrow!
How difficult to lose someone that you love,
A special one who used to live with us.
I know it is dreadful and how you feel.
I know why you are up set and you have not been
healed!
The sorrow of loss is dreadful!
This sudden tragedy is awful!
You agitated a lot for this frantic mourning,
Life is full of happiness and sorrowful brawling.
The sorrow throughout time will be minimized,
But the love and faith will forever maximized.
Your rattling teardrop is like the rain in spring,
While watering flowers, and grass to stay green.
Your teardrops, clear as the rustle of the leaves,
While spring refreshes in the early morning breeze.
While birds sing songs for their babies in the trees,
To show their love for the birds in their nests to be
freed.
Innocence and sweetness appear in your tears,
Your true love arises for the devotion of your
dearest.
Copyright © 21/10/2006
Dana Berzinjy
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia |
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