We resisted in those times despite all the violence and torture we didn’t want to live a fake life and we claimed our identities. If I wanted a fake life, I would sit right beside my mother. There is a thing called being “me”, and we’ve paid prices for being “us”.
Her çi qas wê demê tundî û îşkenceyên mezin li ser me were kirin jî; me ber xwe da û em xwedî li nasnameya xwe derketin. Eger min jiyana bênasname qebûl bikira, ez ê biçûma ber çoka dayîka xwe rûniştama. Me ji bo hebûna xwe gelek berdêl dan.