We have our own account and make our own history
This was me, in #kurdistan
... all the way back in #1989
, when I was but a #child
Back then we were living on the #university #campus
). And on this specific day, my #father, who was #seniorlecturer in environmental engineering, was due to attend the annual #graduationceremony, and I thought it to be funny to wear his gown and pretend to be him.
But with the benefit of 30 years of hindsight, I can find much deeper meaning and intent behind this action... For I decided to wear his gown, walk like him and pretend to lecture like him, because I loved and #respected my father... For he was the man I would one day become.
Even back then, I knew he was not a perfect man, but he was my loving father, just as I am a less than perfect yet loving father to my children today.
And when I recently saw this picture once more, a flood of hidden yet #beautiful #memories came back to me... as though I had finally found my way out of the #maze that makes for all the #painful and #difficult memories that followed this day, and I finally reached that #treasurechest of memories in the very early years...before I knew of #saddamhussein and his #evil #wicketness, before I knew of #war and the #stench of wasted #youth, and before I knew what it means to be #opressed and #posessed.
For on this day, I was but a free spirited child dreaming of a life ahead of me to be lived, and a world in front of me to be explored.
On this days, I made my own #account and my own #history as yet unknown and untold to the man that I am today.
The years followed were less living and more about survival, and the memories gradually darkened.
But today, I can see through that darkness and maze, and I am reintroducing the child that I once was to my own children... For We live in an age where we no longer rely on others to tell our history, who we are and are not... We have our own "account" and make our own history. ❤️💖