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چاوپێکه‌وتن

حه‌مه‌ کاکه‌ ره‌ش، ئه‌نفال، 2008

جه‌ماوه‌ر، 255، 7/1/2008

کوردستانی نوێ، 4304، 26/6/2007

خاتووزین، ژماره‌ 26، 2007

راسان، 2006

ره‌هه‌ند، ژماره‌ 18-19، 2006

 

وتار

 بۆسنه‌ دوانزه‌مه‌هین ساڵیادی جینۆساید ده‌کاته‌وه، ئاوێنه

‌‌کوشتنی ناموسپه‌رستیی، ئاوێنه

مه‌رگی دۆعا چیمان پێ ده‌ڵێت؟ ئاوێنه

ژن و شار، هاوڵاتی

خوێندنه‌وه‌یه‌ک بۆ (پێنه‌لۆپه‌ ده‌چێ بۆ جه‌نگ)ی ئۆریانا فالاچی، مه‌ڵبه‌ند

 

چیرۆک

رۆچوون- هاوینی 1997

ته‌نهاییه‌کی جه‌نجاڵ- به‌هاری 1994

هه‌وارگه‌ی دڵم- زستانی 1993

چوارده‌ ساڵیی- هاوینی 1992

Adila’s apple
For Ersano Pargasuri

They had gone to look at Adila’s apple-
the wholeness of it, how she held it
in her hand like a precious little moon.
Usually, they were each given a quarter
and if they were lucky maybe a third.
Still they would argue about
whose slice was larger than who.

But there she was, smelling of medicine
in her small bed, smiling as she raised it in the air
to show her cousins how lucky she was-
it was worth being sick for. She stored it in the chest.
‘The smell,’ she said, ‘the smell it gives
to my clothes.’ It stayed there until it was rotten.