My love letter to Jarablus; dedicated to all Kurds, who continue to keep the flame of hope and freedom alive- whether they are in the mountains, in the cities, the frontlines, or in the villages of Kurdistan, and who have been forced to taste the bitterness of betrayal too many times.
Here is an excerpt :
“The legend of Rojava, of Kobane lives today; breathes; exists; forms and reformulates. Rojava will not be conferred to the past, will not be the Camelots, the Avalons, nor Homer’s Ithaca of yesteryears because too many people have come to know its name; and too many are willing to die for it- not for the Utopia it could be in the distant, unforeseeable future, but the Utopia that it is today.
They don’t even know what they are fighting with their war-producing, bomb-manufacturing based alliances: you can kill people, destroy buildings made out of the toughest, enforcing cement and metals, but you cannot destroy ideas and free minds.”