As my mother used to say, I was born on the night of Eid al-Adha in 1960 in the city of Bana in East Kurdistan. I don't know if it was a cold autumn or winter night. My father allegedly gave away walnuts in their happiness. My grandmother sat in my room that night and for several nights afterwards and prayed. Being happy that God gives someone a gift and he doesn’t take it back from them.
I don't remember much about my childhood. The first scene I remember was with my mother and sister on a bridge, a bridge in a field and garden in the Arbaba forest, waiting for my father to come back in the evening. I was probably three years old at the time. The second scene I remember was with another child outside, on the mud, drawing the road, driving a small car. In the third scene, they dressed me in a Kurdish gold robe and put a small table or tablecloth on it. My father was holding my hand and I don't know where he was taking me. I remember the ray of joy in my father's eyes. It was the first journey of a loving father and a four- or five-year-old boy. One day he took me to the office where they made identification cards for children. A thin, handsome man gave me an identity card and accepted me as a citizen, but the father gave me the gift back. It was a few days later that I was sent to school. I studied primary and secondary school in Bana, then I went to the Teachers' Institute in Waramin, near Tehran. Two years later I graduated from college in that city. I was a bright and good student throughout my schooling, and my parents, two poor, hardworking people whose lives I was the occasion and excuse for, were proud of me. After graduating from the institute in 1979, the year of the victory of the Iranian Revolution, I was employed as a primary school teacher in a village in Bana. But after three years I was permanently fired from my job.
Since childhood, my only joy has been reading and writing. I started with poetry. I have been writing poetry in Kurdish since I was sixteen. At the age of seventeen, I wrote my first story at the institute.
After the 1957 revolution, I started writing and publishing in Kurdish magazines inside and outside the country. My first collection of stories, as the first collection of Kurdish stories published in East Kurdistan after the revolution, was in 1993 has published.
Since then, literature, especially fiction, has become the main focus of my life. During my literary career, I have published three collections of stories, three novels and dozens of literary and theoretical articles. I have also translated an anthology of contemporary Persian stories and six novels by the world's best novelists into Kurdish.
In Persian, in addition to several articles, literary discussions and stories published in Persian magazines, I have written a book on ancient Kurdish epic literature entitled Basic Analysis of Kurdish Love Verses at the request of the Iranian Cultural Heritage Institute in Tehran.
I have participated in many literary and cultural conferences in East Kurdistan. I have participated in many literary conferences and festivals in South Kurdistan (Sulaymaniyah and Erbil) and North Kurdistan (Amed). In 1984, at the invitation of the University of Uppsala, I traveled to Sweden for a month and a half and gave a lecture on Kurdish literature at the university in Stockholm.
I have held many private conferences in East and South Kurdistan.
I received the annual award of Aras Foundation in Erbil in 2005 and the Golden Hardi Award for my innovation in 2008 at the Galawezh Festival in Sulaymaniyah.[1]