Didar Masifi

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   I push myself to write these words while there is no need to do that. Because by now millions of people are already heard the loss of a primitive female voice in the Kurdish music. But I don’t call this piece of writing urgent news as much as it is a woe from a fellow to Razazi’s family. Like most other never ending sad news in my life I received the unpredictable sudden death of Marzia Khanm four days late. I wished they were forty thousand days instead. Indeed sad news is like clouds you can’t run from them wherever you live, under whichever sky.

 So cyber spacing some times is a very bad attitude with all plenty entertainment sites in it, a door to unhappy tragic one is not close. I read the news in the popular Kurdish website Dengskan. First to see the news with no details, I was shocked for a moment. Also like millions of her fans tears rushed to my eyes, remembering that day when I visited my elder brother who in his loneliness in of one the European capita cities was listening to Marzia’s hit song The Butterflies ( Shash Pepulekey ….). He described his family as those pepulas and accordingly described Marzia as top female Kurdish singer. I agreed with him and enjoyed the rest of her song. He has never met Marzia but I did once. Five years ago in a friend of mine’s house whilst I was invited for dinner. And then I surprisingly found myself in front of this elegant lady and shook her warm hand. That evening she was so beautiful, healthy, and happy. And like all whom she met, she treated me with full of respect.

 Unfortunately, death is something so abrupt which seldom gives a further notice. In the beginning I tried to not believe, just similar to a close friend of mine who recently heard the sorrowful death of his brother on the phone. So not believing was my first reaction, because Marzia was so young and she probably had had plenty of new hit songs in her mind.

Whenever I hear that a good loveable person is dead, I don’t know why hastily I think about tyrants like Saddam, Pinochet, and Milosevic, and those who didn’t put any value for millions of ordinary civilians lives, while they are struggling to the death to save their life. On the contrast talented people like Marzia pass away so peacefully, so easily!

Sorry dear readers, by putting these three wanted names in between my hearty words for Marzia and confused you for a moment. But again I am so bewildered by this notion. Why those people who want to make life more beautiful depart sooner than who are one hundred per cent opposite of them. I remember the news of Ahmed Kaya’s lonely death in Paris and at very early age. While generals of wars go for hundred and live their happy aging life in luxurious villas and palaces. However, here I don’t want to bring any unreasonable comparison. Let me show you something else.

My dear friends, life would be so eerie if what I wrote down below happens to continue.  Life is less beautiful without people like Marzia.

Here is what came to my mind first when I heard the mournful death of Marzia.

It is just frustrating brief chronology!

When Hassan Zirak died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Muhamed Arif died, the tyrant was a Live

When Tahir Tawfiq died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Shamal Saib died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Mamle died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Rafiq Chalak died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Ali Mardan died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Qadir Zirek died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Qadir Dilan, died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Hassan Hayran diead, the tyrant was a live!

When Nasren Sherwan died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Rassul Bezar died, the tyrant was a live!

When Aisha Shan died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Qadir Kaban ….. , the tyrant was a Live!

When Hussian Ali died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Tahseen Taha, the tyrant was alive!

When Ardawan zhakoly …., the tyrant was a Live!

When Ayaz Zhakoly died, the tyrant was a Live!

When Marzia dies, the tyrant is still a live!

What irritating (when)s are these, my dear Marzia khanm, and what wrong stupid equations I made to wail for you.

So long Marzia khanim, fly safe with your six butterflies.

Our beautiful lovely nightingale!