Erbil: The host city of sports t ournaments - Kurdish Globe
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No. 276, Saturday, October 09, 2010<br />
<strong>The</strong> jewel <strong>of</strong> <strong>Erbil</strong><br />
M<br />
emoirs<br />
By Sazan M. Mandalawi<br />
You will never imagine where<br />
I am when writing this week’s<br />
memoirs. It is like a dream. I<br />
feel like I am above the clouds<br />
and I own the world. Welcome<br />
to another small incident <strong>of</strong> my<br />
life, the life <strong>of</strong> a <strong>Kurdish</strong> girl in<br />
the journey <strong>of</strong> discovery <strong>of</strong> her<br />
own nest.<br />
No, I am not in Venice or<br />
Paris. I am not in Washington,<br />
Sydney, or any other place that<br />
may come to your mind. But<br />
right now I wouldn’t replace<br />
where I am sitting with any<br />
other place in the world.<br />
No, you did not guess. Let me<br />
provide you with a major clue.<br />
I am sitting by a window in<br />
what is the oldest continuously<br />
inhabited place in the world.<br />
Yes, today I came to discover<br />
what I should have discovered<br />
on the first day <strong>of</strong> my arrival in<br />
<strong>Erbil</strong>--the Citadel.<br />
I’m sitting on the dust at<br />
the edge <strong>of</strong> an old, shattered<br />
window <strong>of</strong> a quiet room <strong>of</strong><br />
what was once an inhabited<br />
house. <strong>The</strong> walls are decorated<br />
with the most amazing designs<br />
and architecture. <strong>The</strong> tattered,<br />
ancient wooden door looks too<br />
precious for me touch, but I<br />
can feel my hand shaking as I<br />
wiped some <strong>of</strong> the dust on its<br />
surface.<br />
I walked alone in the little<br />
alleyways (I must admit it is<br />
A tourist in<br />
my own <strong>city</strong><br />
not easy for someone with a cat<br />
phobia). I went behind walls,<br />
looked through windows, and<br />
sat on stairs. I touched the<br />
walls like they were made<br />
<strong>of</strong> diamonds, and I sat on<br />
stones observing every inch<br />
<strong>of</strong> my surroundings. “Am I<br />
in a dream?” <strong>The</strong> experience<br />
is beyond what words can<br />
describe.<br />
I have seen many great and<br />
ancient places in different<br />
corners <strong>of</strong> the world, but none<br />
<strong>of</strong> the places I have seen,<br />
touched, and smelled has been<br />
as unique as this. “What is it<br />
about this place that makes me<br />
feel like this?” I asked myself<br />
during my lonely journey <strong>of</strong><br />
discovery.<br />
As I sit by the window, the<br />
mosques all began echoing<br />
midday prayers. To the<br />
background <strong>of</strong> the sound <strong>of</strong><br />
mosques and as the gentle<br />
breeze blows through my hair<br />
and the sun shines on my face,<br />
I can see the fountains and<br />
the energy <strong>of</strong> <strong>city</strong> life below.<br />
I see ro<strong>of</strong>tops <strong>of</strong> mud houses<br />
alongside the emerging sky line<br />
<strong>of</strong> buildings practically made<br />
<strong>of</strong> glass. I realize what it is<br />
about this place that makes me<br />
feel this way. I feel as though<br />
it is mine. In fact it is mine, I<br />
do own it. This place is part <strong>of</strong><br />
who I am; it is my culture, my<br />
identity, and my heritage. It is<br />
mine.<br />
“Why didn’t I take this<br />
journey four years ago? Why<br />
today?” I kept asking myself.<br />
I can imagine just how many<br />
people have missed the chance<br />
<strong>of</strong> walking inside the old roads<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Citadel, because once<br />
you have done so there is no<br />
way you will look at it like you<br />
used to.<br />
I have always been amazed<br />
by the features <strong>of</strong> the Citadel.<br />
<strong>The</strong> large <strong>Kurdish</strong> flag in the<br />
center that can bee seen from<br />
almost any corner has always<br />
made me shiver. But after four<br />
years, walking or driving past<br />
almost every day I began to<br />
take it for granted.<br />
You do not realize the depth<br />
<strong>of</strong> its meaning and the specialty<br />
it holds within you until you<br />
walk in its roads and see the<br />
inside with your own eyes.<br />
Touch the walls, listen to the<br />
sounds, smell the bricks, and<br />
taste the water. After all this,<br />
you will realize that a new<br />
sense emerges within you, one<br />
<strong>of</strong> feelings, love, devotion, and<br />
attachment. This place feels<br />
like my own home, with all its<br />
emptiness.<br />
For the past three hours I<br />
have been like a tourist in<br />
my own <strong>city</strong>, on my own soil.<br />
After today’s experience, and<br />
as I look out at the view <strong>of</strong> my<br />
<strong>city</strong> from above, sitting on dust<br />
and ants crawling on my jeans,<br />
I can’t help but say that I am<br />
sitting in this region’s most<br />
expensive jewel, and the jewel<br />
<strong>of</strong> my life--<strong>Erbil</strong>’s very own<br />
ancient Citadel.<br />
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