Guess who’s going to Amsterdam tomorrow
why is turkey the same as israel
both government are systematically oppressive towards people that are not of the ideal image, extremely nationalist zionist jews and nationalist turks.
even though turkey does not have the marriage laws that israel has (jews cannot marry those not of the jewish faith or roots), it is highly stigmatic to marry one that’s from turkey but not turkish, not as much as it was before but whoa there.
education is turkey is only meant for turks; it’s taught only in turkish to encourage the loss of ethnic culture and it’s meant as an advantage to turks who speak turkish at home. greek or kurdish or armenian or arab kids in turkey are more prone to failing or dropping out of school because they don’t understand or can’t easily learn turkish. it’s almost the same in israel. hebrew is widely taught and even forced on the arabs to stop them from speaking arabic an to accept that hebrew is the language of the land.
newly built houses are only meant for those of the majority. lower wages are paid to those who aren’t turkish or sabra. jobs are first considered to those that are turkish and sabra.
military offenses are always implemented in regions where minorities live. villages in both israel and turkey were destroyed or renamed to hebrew/jewish names. millions were displaced internally and/or became refugees abroad in both turkey and israel.
these two countries will go to the ends of the earth to deny their countries’ actions and to deny the way their state was built. they are both hypocrites. turkey condemns israel for what they do to the palestinians. israel condemns turkey and iraq and syria for what they do to the kurds and other minorities.
it’s hilarious how people don’t see this.
"The United Nations (UN) has decided to build twelve more refugee camps in Iraqi Kurdistan for Christian and Yazidi refugees based in the region.
The UN decision comes after they last week declared the highest emergency level for Iraq with thousands of Christian and Yazidi refugees from Northern Iraq fleeing Islamic State (IS) Militants and heading to the Kurdistan Region.”
The first time a man slapped me on the ass, I was fourteen years old, bussing tables at a family restaurant.
Catcalls make me jump out of my skin. I have never figured out how to take them as a compliment.
When I learned that “no” did not always stop slipping lips and wandering hands, I was sixteen. I was told that it was my fault for being tempting. I haven’t left the house with shorts on for years. It makes me nervous to be alone somewhere with another person when I have a dress on.
I always get uncomfortable when men make jokes about why women go to the bathroom in groups. Nobody likes to hear that we are taught from the youngest age that we should never go anywhere alone.
The second time that “no” did not stop someone, my date pulled up in front of my house and hit the door lock, wrapped his hand around my throat because I told him I just thought we should be friends.
The third time, I was sprawled out on a hammock in the front lawn with a man I’d been out with a handful of times. When I first said “no”, I thought maybe he didn’t hear me. “Please no, please don’t”. “Please no, please don’t.” “Please no, please don’t.”
Once I was told by a man that it was my fault if he ever went too far because his brain was wired like an animal. I didn’t argue. Can you believe that I didn’t argue? I wanted to say that even my dogs recognize the word “no”, but I was afraid of how he would react. I had to sit through the rest of the date with a smile on my face.
I carry my keys just to walk to the mailbox at night. I’m too paranoid to jog down my street alone.
I have been groped on the sidewalk. I have been groped at the bar. I have been groped on the bus.
The time I was followed all the way to my friend’s car by a group of men who stood around laughing and jeering and banging on the windows, not letting us pull out of the parking garage, was the last time I ever let a man buy me a drink at a bar.
I have men in my life who would call themselves my friends who have put their hands on my hips and my thighs without my permission. There is no question. They do not think they have to ask. They laugh when I bristle.
It took twenty-two years to realize only I had a right to my body.
I used to bite my tongue, but I do not say “no” quietly anymore. I bark my discomfort like an old dog, weary and uncomfortable even in its sleep."
10 things about me
1. I am a Kurd from northern Kurdistan, Merdin area
2. I speak 5 languages
3. I have visited London 4 times in only 1 year (delale knows)
4. I rarely try new food because I’m always afraid I won’t like it
5. I have a little brother who I love and watch very carefully
6. I love rings but hate the feeling of them
7. I want to learn Arabic and Farsi very very badly
8. I am always tired
9. I am a vegetarian
10. I don’t really like people who don’t have any political interests
I was tagged by delale lakurdii