​BARAW AMANJ

 
Who am I? who am I, you ask ? The kurd of Kurdistan, a lively volcano, fire and dynamite in the face of enemy. When furious, I shake the mountains, the sparks of my anger are death to my foes. Who am I ? I am in the east, forts and castles towns and hamlets, rouks and boulders, What irony, what a shameful day ! A slave I am now for blood suckers Yet I saved the Middle East from the Romans and the crusaders. Who am I ? Ask the Near East, Ask the Middle East, villages and towns, plains and deserts. They were once all mine when by war and knowledge I defeated rivals to become crowned over an empire stretching to the borders of India. Who am I ? I am the proud Kurd, the enemies' enemy, the friend of peace-loving ones. I am of noble race, not wild as they claim. My mighty ancestors were free people. Like them I want to be free and that is why

I fight for the enemy won't leave in peace and I don't want to be forever oppressed. Who am I ? I shall free my land from the tyrants; from the crrupt Shah and Mollas, from the Turkish juntas so we may live free like other nations, so my gardens and meadows are mine again; So I can join the struggle for the good of mankind. Who am I ? It was I who defeated Richard the Lionheart My own blood I shed to defend these regions. A thorn

I was in my enemies' side; in my shadow lived the Arabs, Turks and Persian; many a king held my horse's head. Yes I am the warrior, I am Saladin, the King of Egypt, Syria and Israel. Who am I ? I am Ardashir, I am Noshi Rawan. In the acient days rivals feared my caesars regretted my animosity. I knew no fright; in love with adventure; from India to Greece they paid me tribute. Who am I ? Yes, I am the Kurd, the Kurd of Kurdistan who is poor and oppressed today. My castles and forts are now demolished; my name and my fame' swindled by my assailants, those who set germs into my body to paralize my existence making a nameless soul of me; a nation with no friends. Who am I? I am the one who despite it all remains the unyielding Kurd; still formidable to the enemy. The smell of dynamite is again in my nostrils and in my heart the strong desire to erupt.

I am the fighting valiant of mountains who is not in love with death but for the sake of life and freedom he sacrifices himself so that the land of his ancestors, the invincible Medes; his beloved Kurdistan , may become unchained. Who am I? One of my ancestors was the Blacksmith Kawa who slayed Dahak, the notorious tyrant to break off chains from Kurdish shoulders and save many heads from the sword and death. The day his vicious reign ended was called NEWROZ, the New Day. When Newroz comes winter departs taking with it the dark harsh times to make place for light and warmth. This is the time, as Zoroaster says, the evil spirit Ahriman is defeated at the hand of Ormazd, the god of wisdom and light. Who am I?

I am the maker of Newroz; again I shall become my own master, the ruler of my land so I may enjoy the fruits of my orchards, relish the sacred wines of my vineyards and put an end to a dark era by seeking salvation in knowledge and science; I shall make another new day and breathe the pure air of the liberty. Who am I? I am Kordokh, the good old Khaldew; I am Mitan; Nayri and Sobar; the son of Lo Lo; Kardok and Kodi; I am the Mede, the Gosh, Hori and Gudi; I am the Kurmanc, Kelhor; Lor and Gor; yes, I have always been and remain the Kurd. Despite centuries of suppression in a country by force divided. Who am I? I am the son of Lor, Kelhor and Kurmanc who have lost crown and reign to become powerless, betrayed in the name of religion to carry rosaries in their hands duped by the rulers, deprived of might and wealth, fighting each other, divided and torn while my oppressed Kurdistan, my wretched Kurdistan remains prossessed. Who am I? The son of the Kurdish nation awaken from deep sleep, marching forward, proud as a lion wanting the whole world to know; I shall struggle and continue the path to freedom; I shall learn from great men, Like Marx and Lenin. I make a vow to my ancestors, to Salar, Shergo and Deysem, that this of mine will remain vigorous, unyielding, stronger than death. Let it be kown; I announce with no fear; Liberty is my goal; I shall advance in this path. Who am I ? I am not blood thirsty; no, I adore peace. Noble were my ancestors; sincere are my leaders, We don't ask for war but demand equality but our enemies are the ones who betray and lie. Friendship I seek and offer my hands to all friendy nations. Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!!!