Our Stories

A couple of months ago we were approached by the Ministry of Labor and Social Affairs and asked to partner with them in two projects. The...

When you leave the village, and head over the windy road that crosses the mountain, you will come to the most wonderfully refreshing pool...

Summer is a special time. Above all, the heat is too much. Although school is out, no one goes on holiday, such extravagance does not...

"I am Shex Vagar Nawzad Khamo. My name, as everyone here reflects my generations, my father is Nawzad, my grandfather is Khamo. I was...

Believe it or not, a fountain similar to that found in the Las Vegas Bellagio Hotel, exists on the pinnacle of Zawa Mountain overlooking...

Lalish. According to Yezidi tradition, it is the center of the world. God created Lalish. Lalish bubbled like yeast and from that yeast,...

Mr. Autumn, locally known as Mr. Payz, is a sunny kind of chap, his name more suited to a bright summer’s day than the falling leaves of...

I met Nurse Salah a couple of years ago when he was volunteering in a local medical center and I had been bitten by a scorpion. He...

Not being the best of friends with computers, I have overlooked writing about one of our departments that has consistently given our...

“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pike the moment a single man contemplates it, becoming within him the image of a cathedral.” Antoine de...

The news of our Newroz flame has literally spread like wildfire this past week. The village is talking about it, Shariya camp tent...

We have never celebrated the Kurdish New Year, Newroz as a tribe. This year we did. Despite skies that threatened to pour down and indeed...