{"id":56,"date":"2019-09-27T19:25:30","date_gmt":"2019-09-27T19:25:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/?p=56"},"modified":"2026-08-11T14:52:27","modified_gmt":"2026-08-11T14:52:27","slug":"i-wanna-leave-your-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/2019\/09\/27\/i-wanna-leave-your-city\/","title":{"rendered":"I Wanna Leave Your City"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

by: Khabat Rasuli<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Translator: Kurdistan hajebi<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The green jeep was stopped at the Eskandar Square, across\nthe street and my dad got off quickly. After a minute he came back with a big\ncaldron put it under our seat. The jeep was full of Kebab and fresh bread, we\ncheered up, clapped and danced happily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Shhh, be quiet, no one eats, we will eat them together with\nguys.’ mom said<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We sat down quietly and cringed against the seat. A man\nknocked the door and spoke with my mom then went away. My dad came back and\nthen went outside again after a while came back and start wisperin with my mom.\nMaybe they were speaking about the Kabab and didn’t want to keep it in touch\nwith us or didn’t want us to understand about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

” hey sister in law if childern promise us to say as\nwhat we want to say I will give them Kabab[1]<\/a>.”\nMy aunt told<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As children we were deceived and gazed the big caldron\navariciously and as a sign of approval nodded our two heads and hundreds of\neyes quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As she was making the first bit told:” Anyone who asked\nabout where we are going please say we are going to the wedding. OK?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both of us told: “OK”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She made another bit and told:” if gendarme asked where\nare you going to? What would you say?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We are going to the wedding.” We told<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excellent, here your bites, bon appetite.” she\ntold<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The chauffeur turned back looked at the big caldron and\ntold: “if they asked me I would say we are going to the wedding. My aunt\nsmiled but my mom glared at him and murmured irony:” he is child”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wondering how we went and what said the gendarme and which\nway we went on but I remember on the way back at a checkpoint a gendarm looked\nup and asked if where we were. As we told whatsit village at the wedding he\ntold:” the roads are not safe because the counterrevolutionaries are in\nthe area, it is no good to come back at this late time of the day.” all of\nus swore and told you are right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the car was being gone away my uncle inverted the big\ncaldron as a drum and started singing with the rhythm of Viva Mahabad[2]<\/a>:\nI love you, don’t do this hey counter-revolutionary\u066b never listen the people’s speeches…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all together clapped and said hey counter-revolutionary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was about noon they stopped in a forest, by the time the\njeep was stupped I got off quickly. How was nice clear air and lovely forest!\nThe sound of water and birds were so pleasant. Under each tree there were some\nPeshmargas[3]<\/a>,\nmy dad asked about my uncle. I took a deep breath and told:” that’s it,\nwhat a nice weather.” two peshmargas were close to me and asked me:”\nwhat does the weather like in the city?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It is full of pullution and smoke” I answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you kidding? What smoke do you talk abou?”\none of them said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The smoke of factories” I answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Does the Boukan have factories?!” they asked\nsurprisedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My dad told:” get on the car, you uncle is over\nthere.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was happy because I could go off of answering that\ndifficult question, I got on quickly. The jeep didn’t move that I remembred the\nsomke is caused by cars. I turned back and looked at them and with one of my\nhands as a sign of turning around the steering wheel, and with another hand\ndrow the sign of smoke and showed them that that smoke is the cars’ smoke not\nfactories, but they didn’t saw. I was regretted not to tell them that there\nisn’t any factory and it is full of cars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Long times ago I thought my uncle’s habitat is terrible but\nnow I saw it by my own eyes understood that he is in the center of nature and\nalso he eats Kabab either so I decided to be Peshmarga like him. We were\nsitting together and I told: I bet I will be Peshmarga too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Imagine I’m a gendarme, what would you do?” A\nPeshmarga asked me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a blink of an eye I went over him and started punching\nhim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey derro don’t annoy Kak Mohammad.” my dad said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kak Mohammad’s last name was Alzade then I’ve recently known\nthat he became martyr, he told my dad: “there is no problem, he doesn’t\nannoy me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we came back and laughed continuesly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Since I thought she is’t girl I didn’t kiss him then\nwhen we went to river to wash the caldron, she rolled up his sleeves and saw\nher bracelet I realized she is a girl so I kissed her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I wanted to kiss her with other boys but she just\nshaked her hand.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were introducing a peshmarga who was a girl, a girl\nbrought up the summits of mountains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My uncle was a guard on the top of a mountain. They\nannounced him with a wireless telegraph. He came down and we welcomed him, he\nhas gun\u066b\ncordon and pistol, and some cirular things then I knew they were grenade and\nthe mountain was Mt.Taragh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After lunch we got together in a cirular way. I asked:”\nuncle, who is your headmaster?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Who has the biggest head is headmaster.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

one of them has a curly hair so I mentioned him:” that\none is the headmaster.” he was Capitan Ahmad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at him and told:” I wanna be Peshmarga.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t come here, we will come back.” He smiled\nand said<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No No I’ve come and won’t go back home.” I\nbegged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your height must reach that branch of the tree then\nyou can come.” Kak Ja’far told.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at the branch, it was so long. “None of you\ncan reach that.” I said. Again they laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kak Ali looked at my mom and mentioned me with his eyebrows\nand asked her:” How old is he?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I suddenly answered:” I’m eight.”
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[1]<\/a>\nKebab is a lovely food among Kurds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[2]<\/a>\nViva Mahabad is a lyric poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[3]<\/a>\nPeshmarga is a Kurdish liberal soldier who serves his land<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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