Kemal Tolan painted a picture for us with his funny and fluent Kurdish; this table, both our brain and our subconscious. It is both descriptive and illustrative. when we read, we see ourselves, when we watch, we read ourselves. He sympathizes with our poverty and oppression and with our barbarism. We understand both our subjugation and the subjugation of our subjugation. every page of this table is a layer of our truth; we dig through every page and every page, we see a picture of our pictures; a page, a melo-drama; a page, full of abuse, injustice and old-fashioned; a page is full of pain and suffering, a page is full of abuse and robbery.
one layer rises above another and we see us; we see the truth of our face; we see our Islam as barbaric; We see our humanity as pure and innocent. the path of confession remains open to us: seeing and confessing, our ma'd is taken away from us; we see the humiliation of our Islam as oppressive; we see our brotherhood; We see blood on our hands. the blood of our Yezidi brothers drips from our fingertips; The smell of robbery comes from our hands and we see, read, feel...
