[@21308] I really don't know how to feel about it, honestly. It's a weird feeling.

And exotifying? I'm happy if anyone even [i]knows [/i]what a Kurd is, even if their thoughts on them were along the lines of 'I hope those arsonists burn in the hellfire from which they came from'. Because at least they [i]know [/i]about us this way. 'What is a Kurd' is possibly one of the most painful things I hear in my life. Actually, no. 'Where are you [u][b][i]really [/i][/b][/u]from?' Because as I once heard someone quote on New Roz, which is really depressing considering that's basically the Kurdish New Year:

"There is one question that no Kurd can answer honestly, and that is, "Where are you from?"
For in their hearts, they come from Kurdistan,
But in reality, no such place exists."

I do not give a damn if my nation does not have a proper country to call our own. We are Kurds. Not Iraqis. Not Iranis. Not Turks. Not Syrians. We are Kurdish. 

On a much more lighthearted note, I'm going to try and dig up something that I titled 'A Loving Kurdish Family' or something like that.