The Kur­dish poet Mardin Ibrahim

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Mardin Ibrahim was born in the vil­lage of Kanakawa in Kur­dis­tan. He was born in an era of cyn­i­cism and un­ease, a pe­riod which seemed des­tined for fa­tal­ism. It was a time of war and this seemed to greatly af­fect Ibrahim's usu­ally lengthy writ­ing style and themes which took on a more de­pressed and som­bre at­mos­phere as most lit­er­ary works did dur­ing that age. Ibrahim is cur­rently re­sid­ing in the UK where he is tak­ing cour­ses and study­ing.

Ibrahim's more popular works, a poem about his home, "Kanakawa", show­cases the en­tire point­less­ness of war, in which sol­diers fight for a home that no longer re­mem­bers them due to its des­o­la­tion over time and fight­ing.

"Your aged rocks were my only toys; Your nar­row roads were my only cra­dle; I was your shabby clothed or­phan, your faith­ful knight; Pro­tect­ing you from dev­as­tat­ing winds; Fight­ing for you in­sanely with my wooden sword; When I left you your dusty vine­yards, your de­serted ceme­ter­ies, your poi­sonous rivers, sleepy frogs in tobacco fields were weep­ing on my shoul­ders; Am I still not your bare­foot child?"

Al­most like an ode to bro­ken child­hood dreams and mem­o­ries, Ibrahim delves into the com­plex­i­ties that are ef­fects of war. Over­all, his works con­sist of a va­ri­ety of dif­fer­ent top­ics but have the same tone most of the time. Ibrahim is an in­spi­ra­tion to all who truly study his works.

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