I was born in 1949 in Gomeshin village, city of Koya, Erbil province, South Kurdistan, to a revolutionary and patriotic family. My father's name is Salam. At the age of two, we moved to Erbil. At the age of six, I was sent to Khalidiya School in Erbil.
Because of my father's job, we moved to Koya, where I continued my studies. In 1965, we returned to Erbil. I continued my studies and started to get involved in politics in the same year. I joined the Kurdistan Democratic Party (KDP) Political Bureau and became a member of the Kurdistan Students Union. I continued my studies in the sixth grade of high school until 1969. Due to the worsening political situation, I took a stand and joined the ranks of the Kurdistan Peshmerga.
I thought the battlefield of our people's defense was in the mountains. I was given a job in Branch 2. Here I am known as Salam Gomeshini. At the same time, I worked as a typewriter in the second branch of the Kurdistan Democratic Party (KDP). In 1970, after the morning of March 11, I resumed my studies in night high school in Erbil. I was also employed in the accounting department of the Erbil Education Directorate.
Until 1974, when the war between our people's revolution and the fascist regime in Baghdad resumed, I became a Peshmerga again and was assigned to work in the typing, registration and archive departments of the PDK Central Organization Bureau in Nawprdan. We worked day and night under bombardment. I continued until 1975 when our revolution collapsed. This was a very bad day. We were forced to flee to Iran with our families and children.
My love for Kurdistan, my nation, my land and my country was part of my life. Therefore, I cannot talk about my life without talking about the struggle, pain and suffering of the people, the country and politics.
My children live in Sweden and in Kurdistan, so I am spend time both in Sweden and in Kurdistan, but I am mostly in Kurdistan and I live a simple life.[1]