Aug 27 2020
August 27, 2020
“I was born in Bijar, a small city in Eastern Kurdistan. My studies didn’t last long because I was a mischievous student and I gave it up early on. I did various jobs, from a teashop worker to an officer and even a dam worker. My recklessness took me to prison and introduced me to the different kinds of people in society. But I have always tried to stay clean and not be hooked on any job that I will regret later, even though my appearance says otherwise.
I have been an ironworker for a few years now, I get my income from it and I love my job.
My name is Ibrahim, but I have been called Ibra so much that I have forgotten my actual name.”