Magic, you say. Do you believe in magic? I'm not sure I do. I wonder, what makes these lands so special? I've known of the plight of the Kurds for a fair time. My friend, the same African one (I'm afraid he'll appear in many of my tales) lived for some time in Turkey, he loved it. So what is it?
I know of Saladin through Metal Gear Solid :P
Are you a noble wolf? Part of this brave, loyal mythos?
For me, that age was over. But my uncles were all Peshmargas.. Youy don’t tell me much about the past, and I don’t ask them, I’m afraid to hurt them, God knows how they ended up alive today. Youngest one was 16 years old when he carried gun. I wasn’t born yet, my mother was at middle school. He once told few words about 1991, when all the kurdish families rushed into the borders.. In the “Koraw” which the government returned after our revolution in march of 1991, returned to kill us one by one.
All the kurds leaved expect for the men and the Peshmargas, also few men protected and lead the women and the children to Iran/Turkey. According to my grandfather the night before, my youngest uncle should’ve left the city along with his mother, but at the last mitigates he ran away with a Kalashinkov, and joined his young cousins and went to kirkuk. There they fount tanks, until they’r captain, a 19 years old guy, shot dead in front of my uncle, perhaps a sniper? The captain told them to run if he was killed. So my uncle ran.. put the captains gun on the dead body.. Also my uncle removed his own jamana, a scarf, and covered the captain’s head with it. Then he realised he’s the only one in the group, alive.. his cousin was killed, too. He climbed the mountain.. he put his gun on top of the mountain. Then he ran and ran until he found roads, and a car with an arabic driver, .. The driver thought he was a spy for the government, as my uncle knew arabic very well, so my uncle made a his way round about the government forces.
Miraculously reached the people at the mountains, leaving their homes. My mother told me, when my uncle was gone, they thought he was dead, they weren’t hoping for the older ones as well.. One evening when they woke up, they were packing up to leave again until they saw him sitting, sad.. After he told them the sad news, my grandmother decided not to tell her sister about the death of her son. But she knew anyway.