Date: Saturday, Feb. 22nd, 2020 Time: 3:00-5:00pm (Start at 3pm SHARP) Location: Danse Etc. Studio 910 Sherwood Ave., CoquitlamV3K 1A6right by the IKEA in CoquitlamCost: $20.00/person If you are accompanying a person and staying to watch: $10.00 Payment method: Cash at the door
I am fundraising to go back to Kurdistan –my homeland to visit and complete my book.
Disclaimer: This is a (one day) FOR FUN —fundraiser dance class. It is a low-intensity workout. Everyone is welcome to join. If you are not well or overstretch yourself, I won’t be responsible for the injury. This is learning & laughter & support a writer, crash dance class, so, if you can’t do a certain move, just don’t do it!
Here is the full speech and the poem I shared at the celebration of life event in North Vancouver yesterday. I was humble and honored to be asked to speak and share my poem.
Before I begin, I wish to acknowledge that we are gathered on the unceded and un-surrendered sacred land of the Musqueam xʷməθkʷəjˀəm, Tsleil-Waututh səl̓ilwətaɁɬ and Squamish Sḵwx̱wú7mesh Úxwumixw Nations. This is the ancestral land of the Coast Salish People.
Good evening to you all.
Please do forgive me because I won’t thank you for being here this evening; instead, I want to say —and say it from the deepest part of my heart and soul that I am so sorry that you and I have to gather here today.
This tragedy, this crime against humanity, this ‘mistake,’ this deliberate disregard for life should have never happened.
This was avoidable!
This was a massive and devastating blow to peace on this planet!
The damage, the harm, and the far-reaching trauma that will ensue for decades and for generations to come must never be allowed to happen to anyone anywhere, ever!
The painful ripple effect of what was done to all 176 passengers and crew of Ukraine International Airlines Flight PS752 on January 8, 2020, is reaching the farthest places on this earth. For each soul lost, hundreds and hundreds of people are hurting, and as we witness them suffer, we suffer too.
We lost great minds; we lost future prominent leaders, researchers, journalists, professors, and doctors.
We lost teachers, artists, students, and flight attendants.
We lost wives, husbands, moms, dads, sisters, brothers, and even a precious one-year-old Kurdish girl, Kurdia Molani. Lives perished, families broken, humanity reeling, and a hopeful future went with a single press of a button.
We will forever honor the lives that were cut short. We demand that the families be supported, access granted to surviving relatives, and we want the victims to remain a symbolic figure for all nations to never, ever let such crime to happen again.
May those we lost, rest in peace, may each family member and all who knew those we lost, find comfort, and take all the time needed to grieve the terrible loss.
May we as one, as witnesses to what was done to those families, remain united in love, support, openness, giving, and never allow hope to be lost.
Allow us to become more united and more connected —now more than ever, in harmony, compassion, empathy, peace, and, most importantly, with love because love can heal all wounds.
~by Lozan Yamolky
Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752 was shot down by Iranian missile shortly after takeoff on January 8th, 2020 killing all 176 passengers including 57 Canadian citizens. Two of those that we lost were, Snoor Pourghaderi & Serveh Pasavand. May they all rest in peace and may their loved one and all who knew them, find peace, comfort and healing. I wrote this pome from the point of view of Amir, the father and husband of two we lost in our Kurdish community in Canada.
I am not broken;
I am shattered.
I am not weeping;
I am drowning in my tears.
I am not hurting;
I am partially dead inside
because they took my family away.
Break every bone in my body;
just don’t take my family away from me.
Torture me and cut every nerve ending in my extremity;
just please, don’t harm my family.
Burn my body whole and alive.
Burn my body whole and alive;
just don’t touch my family.
Point ALL your mightiest weapons at me
just don’t point it at them!
Please, don’t point it at them.
Let me be the last husband
and the last father to ever die
protecting his family
from your insatiable lust for blood,
power, ego, oil, control
and for your insatiable desire
to have more money.
Take back your flowers;
instead, go make them not press that button.
Take back your condolences;
instead, go and shout at them to stop,
for God’s sake, stop!
Blow out all those lit up candles;
instead, go tell the world
to never let them get away with it;
don’t let them do it to another soul.
Stop the senseless slaughter!
The slaughter of my family;
the massacre of my soul,
and the sacrifice of my future.
Enough ‘mistakes’ & ‘friendly-fire’.
Enough destruction of innocent lives and livelihood.
My family didn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this!
YES, every dress you see me wearing in those photos and many many more dresses, accessories & scarves will be placed in an auction page to be sold to the highest bidder. I am raising funds to gather $5,000.00 to plan my lifelong dream trip to my homeland to finish my memoire.
Every dollar counts and each dress sold, will bring me one step closer to fulfilling my dream of going home this year.
A dinner in Port Moody focusing on refugees through music and poetry will mark the 71st anniversary of the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights.
The annual fundraising dinner, to be held Dec. 10 and hosted by members of Tri-Cities Amnesty International, will feature the Vancouver Kurdish Music Ensemble and refugee poet Lozan Yamolky, as well as a video outlining the history of human rights.
“The Tri-Cities is now home for hundreds of refugees from many different countries,” Amnesty member Hazel Postma said in a press release. “Lozan’s poems evoke the sense of loss, as well as the hope, many of them must feel as they come to terms with their new reality.”
Yamolky was born in Iraq of Kurdish descent and, as a young adult, sought asylum in Turkey where she worked as an interpreter for the UN and the Canadian embassy. She moved with her family to Canada in 1995. Her poems reflect the anguish and suffering experienced by refugees. She says her purpose is to “wake up our conscience.”
The dinner, hosted by the Coquitlam restaurant Pasta Polo, takes place at The Old Mill Boathouse, 2715 Esplanade Ave., Port Moody. Tickets are $25 a person and include music, poetry, dinner, dessert and a silent auction. To reserve, go to eventbrite.com/e/80185686547.
Hello everyone, join us and enjoy (Tellers Of Short Tales) on Thursday January 9th, 2020 6:00-8:00pm in New Westminster. I am the host and will be introducing Shawn Douglas who is a Canadian screenwriter, an academic, and a critically-acclaimed author.
Please join us to enjoy reading by the author and if you have a short story or even a part of a story you are writing, come read it with us. This is not a critique group nor will we judge your work. Just come and share with us what you wrote.
I will be reading a story from the memoire I am working on. I hope to see familiar faces and new faces. Bring a friend and come. It will be fun!
On Tuesday December 10th, 2019 TriCities Chapter of Amnesty International is hosting an evening of poetry, music, silent auction, delicious food, delightful company and more.
Come join us and get your tickets soon becuase space is limited.
I am humbly and utterly honored to be invited by Joy Silver to be the featured poet for the evening.
As I continue to write my story, I am going to be reading part of it at the event and some new and published poems from my three books, (I’m No Hero), (Counting Waves) & (Dreamers Needed). My books will be on display for sale and part of the proceeds will be donated to Amnesty International.
I look forward to seeing new and familiar faces on Tuesday.
I wish to thank Joy Silver and her incredible team for organizing the annual event that I am so much looking forward to.
You are invited to join us!
If you can’t make it and want to order copies of my books, feel free to contact me directly. Part of the proceeds of any book sold up to/ on the day of the event will be donated to Amnesty International.
They say, ‘it takes a village to raise a child’, well, I watched, bewildered, our village here in Canada –a nation of immigrants, got few very loud people who hated refugees with passion. That behavior birthed this poem! I wrote this poem to awaken in people who hate immigrant & refugee, their sense of compassion, their sense of decency and empathy. I was commissioned by a chamber choir to write a poem about ‘The Refugee Experience’, so I offered this poem which was composed and sang in majestic and angelic choral music by The DaCapo Chamber Choir in Waterloo Ontario, Canada in March 2019.
Good day to you all and please do forgive my temporary absence. A lot has been going on in my life starting by my continued healing journey from the (Mild) Traumatic Brain Injury –Ps. I hate calling it ‘mild’ but that is was what I was diagnosed when shortly after the November 23rd, 2018 motor vehicle. There is nothing ‘mild’ about brain injury. folks, please do me a favor and do not give any advice whatsoever to person in your life with brain injury unless you -yourself, have felt that pain. Do not ever tell those with injury that ‘it happened for a reason’ and don’t dare to tell them, ‘you look fine’. dont tell them to ‘get over it’, don’t tell them, ‘the more you talk about it, the worse it gets’. please don’t unless you are prepared to be slapped across the face ok? I mean well when I say those words becuase I do not want you to make the mistake a small number of people in my circle continue to talk this way with me. I don’t like them but I let them get it out of their system and hopefully one day they read and learn about TBI.
This is an old photo of Christmas 2017 my hubby shot of me when one of my beautiful sisters took me to a salon to make my long curly hair, straight. I kept startling my hubby and my boys confusing them because they kept thinking a strange woman is in the house LOL. That was funny.
My temporary absence was due to many reasons and I can list some of them here: The ongoing physical and mental therapy I am receiving, I started working and driving again, I am back to working on completing my memoir (the TBI prevented me for many months from writing and also creating new poetry), I am gradually and painfully slowly am writing new poems again, my boys are teenagers now and I needed to deal with few family issues beside my 86-year-old father having heart attack and the most important reason to point out here is that my computer got a nasty malware that didn’t allow me to use my website and I am not that bright to fix computer problems so I took time off from posting.
I will try to get back to writing and posting here. I entered few poetry contests and I studied to take my STIBC exam (wish me luck) I am waiting for the test result. Society of Translators and Interpreters of BC will put my name on a massive database of province-wide interpreters and translators and will assist me to also hike my fee/ hourly rate.
I am also aiming at finishing my manuscript and make the first draft before Christmas becuase I am planning to go visit my homeland in spring of 2020
I have been taking a lot of time to heal by connecting to the beings all around me including the four legged, the feathery friends, the scaly ones that swim in the water, the creepy crawlers, the air I breath, the soil I walk on, the water inside me and that rain that falls on me. I have been spending a lot of time in solitude among the mighty grandfathers and grandmother speaking trees in the forest. I have attended few indiginous women sweat lodge and also using CBD oil to help me heal and calm my anxiety.
I have benefited immensely from others around me mainly women who have been beyond kind to me and helping me along the way. Many lifted me up, many of them told me of their own/loved ones brain injures and most just loved me the way I am and helped me whenever I needed them without judging or questioning me or lecturing me on how ‘I should’ be in order to heal from TBI. Those men, those women and those non-binary and two spirit people around me are the reason I am healing and made it this far. You know who you are. I thank you and I love you.
I am blessed and happy to be gradually recovering from the injury yet still struggling with some annoying and disruptive symptoms. I hope they all go a way so I can get back to my life and finish my memoire soon.
We acknowledge that this event is held on the traditional, unceded territories of the səlil̓wətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) & xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) Nations. The ancestral land of the Coast Salish People. Thank you for allowing us to be on your land
Poet Rise Up is part of (Art Action Hub, Vancouver) Come and listen to poets: Elee Kraljii Gardiner … Rajdeep Dhaliwal … Rita Wong … @Brandy Liên Worrall-Soriano & myself the MC Lozan Yamolky Poets will read poems about climate change and about our beautiful planet so come and listen and be inspired. The poets will bring their published books and chapbooks so come support, local artists.
An old photo of me performing in my backyard ( Arabian Dance ) in 2013 in Maple Ridge
Tomorrow, is Thursday September 5th and it is the Holy Wow Poetic Pasta Recital (I will be the featured poet plus there will be Open Mic) Location: Pitt Meadows Golf Course (Anderson Room) 13615 Harris Rd, Pitt Meadows BC V3Y 2R8
Thursday September 5th, 2019 At: 6:00pm Join us for Pasta Night: Delicious Pasta Buffet $22.95 + Drinks + Gratuity & Tax/person.
As much as I wish to read poetry, tell stories & perform, I can only do one of those things tomorrow 🙂 I can’t wait to see many of my friends there plus my dear uncle Serwan Yamolky will be there and I can’t wait to share poems from my third collection of poetry ( Dreamers Needed ) https://binged.it/2ZL6S79
there is a slight chance that I may surprise them and do dance 🙂 Watch this clip of my uncle’s music soooo sweeeeet