Lost and Found in Kurdistan

Ottawa Citizen

By Susan Mohammad

October 26, 2007

It has been 18 years, but the anger I felt toward my father is still fresh.

It was Remembrance Day, 1989. To mark the occasion at Queen Elizabeth Public School in Kitchener, Ont., a few children with very ethnic names were invited to give a speech. Although only seven, I was chosen to speak at the school assembly. But as the ceremony drew near, I couldn't think of anything to say. I asked my father, an Iraqi-Kurd, for help. He was the smartest person I knew. Full Text