"Globes of blood rained down again like an endless rain from the ground of the rocket beasts."
First, the country is a dream; The freedom of the country is also an autumn and a heartwarming disappointment. Then the country becomes reality; but Freedom remains forever winged. In Paızokine Çavşil Ji Dilê Khêwnê, the novelist highlights this poisonous reality of the Kurds. The events of the novel that take place in the Azad part of the country explain and explain the social, political, economic and of course the mental situation of the Kurdish people in that part. The country where there is no lack of ownership and its market has not been cut; today there is no owner and he did not try his sword on his waist. Through the eyes of a Kurdish girl who grew up outside the country, the novelist exposes the fragments of a broken life and covered ashes, pain by pain and heart by heart. A novel that is both a scream and a testimony: a testimony about all the failures and shortcomings of freedom that our eyes cross on its way. Both about the woman who split her and her rights, both about the gamblers who threw themselves against the enemies of yesterday and today, and about the misfortune of yesterday's Jangoris and today's Forgotten Ones.
