I Am Sam - Kurdish

Let me start with something simple: my name is Sam. I drink coffee in the morning, scroll through my phone too much, and get annoyed when it rains on my commute. On paper, I’m just another guy trying to get through the week.

I don’t want pity. I don’t want political debates in my comment section (though I know I’ll get them). I just want you to know: we exist. We’re here. We’re not a footnote in someone else’s story. i am sam kurdish

By Sam

And for most of my life, those two things have felt like they don’t belong in the same sentence. “Where are you from?” Let me start with something simple: my name is Sam

Being Kurdish means carrying grief. The kind that sits in your chest during news reports about Kobani or Afrin or the latest crackdown. The kind that makes you check your phone first thing in the morning when things are quiet in the region — because quiet usually means something bad happened overnight. I don’t want pity