I Can’t Stop Being Political
“Stop being political.”
I know that thought has crossed people’s minds when they think about how often I’ve spoken about politics, injustice, and everything that weighs on me.
But the truth is simple: my very existence is political.
My veins carry the suffering and strength of my ancestors.
Every step I take is a step they were never allowed to take.
Any success I have — personal or professional — is for my people as much as it is for me.
I am the byproduct of every Kurd whose life was violently taken.
I am the voice of every forgotten soul in our history.
I don’t speak because I enjoy being loud.
I speak because silence feels like a nod in agreement to our attackers.
If I stop talking, I risk blending in — and blending in is the one thing my ancestors would warn me against.
They would tell me to stand firm, to speak, to refuse erasure.
So, no.
I really can’t stop being political.
This isn’t a performance for me; it’s a duty, something I owe to those who came before me, to myself, and to those who will come after.
But speaking publicly has taught me something else: you can’t evolve if you only speak when you’re certain.
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For years, I’ve shared my thoughts, unfiltered, imperfect, and honest.
Sometimes I’ve been wrong.
Sometimes I’ve explained things terribly.
Sometimes I’ve been right.
Sometimes I’ve said something exactly the way it needed to be said.
But always, I’ve learned.
And that’s what I’m proud of.
If I had waited until I was “perfect,” I wouldn’t know half of what I know today.
People ask me, “Aren’t you scared of being judged? Of being wrong?”
Never.
Sharing my thoughts publicly taught me to detach from other people’s judgments.
Whether someone misunderstands or disagrees with me, I still know who I am.
Growth comes from expressing, reflecting, and evolving, even when it’s uncomfortable.
Changing your stance doesn’t make you a hypocrite.
It means you learned something new and had the humility to accept it.
I have that humility.
And I’m proud of that.
So, dear reader, speak.
Even if you’re unsure.
Even if your wording isn’t perfect.
Even if you might change your mind later.
Even if a part of you feels embarrassed.
Your growth doesn’t come from being right all the time or avoiding mistakes.
It comes from daring to speak, to reflect, and to evolve.
