A new "I'm Nobody! Who are you? " by Hiva Panahi

 "A new "I'm Nobody who are you?" by Hiva Panahi

Once upon a time
I went to Greece by formal invitation
Because I was somebody
Later, a group of Greek men decided to make me a “Nobody”
Once, I was persecuted there
And a beloved colleague at the university said,
No one will care about you,
You are such a "nobody".
And no one will remember you.
He was quiet right, I was " a nobody" from another land
I was a woman, for them, " A nobody"
And I left their land
Because I was " A nobody"
As he said, no one will shed a tear for me
No one says " stop," and no one says «no"
Once I left Greece
All at once, a young Greek guy took my PhD dissertation
from the open library
It was the intellectual property of " A Nobody."
He overshadowed the body of my writing so clumsily
He tore it into pieces for rough use
Who cares about this woman? She is "a nobody"
Now, as I know, no one cares about me
Because I am a foreign woman and "A Nobody"

" A Nobody," Hiva Panahi, whose PhD was plagiarized

So, I feel " a nobody”

A woman is a "Nobody."
He said to the UK publisher I am “A Nobody."
Woman? " A Nobody"?
Hiva is a "Nobody".

Hiva Panahi, October of 2025

1) ‌A Nobody” is reference for the poem of Emily Dickinson

Documented Plagiarism of My PhD: From Athens to the UK and Beyond, Official Press Release by Dr. Hiva Panahi

 

Dear friends, colleagues, and all those around the world,

I have spent 22 years of my life, over half of my lifespan, in Greece. Initially, I was there through invitations to study there, and later I dedicated myself to cultural work, most notably to a groundbreaking doctoral thesis I developed entirely on my own. This work addresses a rare and significant subject, and I authored it as a poet. My works have been translated into over 20 languages worldwide.

During Greece’s devastating economic crisis that began in 2011, and following the death of my assigned supervisor, I have endured unimaginable pressures, coercion, and harassment from men within our university. Many events took place, forcing me to leave.

Then, by chance, in August of 2024 YouTube’s algorithm suggested speeches by a young Greek individual. What I discovered was shocking: my doctoral thesis, published in 2014 in my university’s library, was brutally plagiarized. This thesis represents a decade of systematic effort and six years of meticulous preparation, an innovative work supported by substantial documented evidence. The publishers in the UK that this individual approached issued a book with only the title changed, yet not a single page contains anything authentic. It is pure intellectual theft: stealing my ideas, my analysis systems, and my conclusions translated into English and presenting them as his own with total disregard. He has manipulated my analytical frameworks using technology, transforming them into his own “philosophical principles,” without any acknowledgment, permission, or conscience.
I demand justice. I call upon all those who despise theft, intellectual piracy, and the usurpation of hard work to stand with me. If anyone can offer tangible support, I would appreciate it if you could contact me privately. I need support!
This injustice must be exposed. I will not remain silent, because Intellectual property rights are recognized by laws worldwide under all circumstances! ΕΛΕΟΣ 

A Woman from Ashes

 Just like today, on November 20, 2016, I traveled to New York City. I received a visa on the occasion of the issuance of my first book, which was published in the USA/NY. At Athens Airport, the Greek police checked my belongings with great rudeness; one of them pushed me against the wall strongly, so he injured my shoulder. He was saying that my visa was fake, and I told him to call the embassy and dare to tell them that. I heard a young man from afar telling them, "She was our professor." 

I think it was the voice of Vaggelis, he was my student for an exam!  Then, someone came and told me, "Go away."Then, someone came and told me, "Go away." I bent down to pick up the documents on the floor, and my left shoulder was still hurting. The same person shouted at me again, told me again "Go away," and I left, what a left Lord!

On the plane, I was feeling terrible, extremely cold, and my blood pressure dropped. I said to myself, 'It's over; the long journey is finally over, and it was my first time going to the States.' When I arrived, the NY police welcomed me. My farmer publisher and my friend came to pick me up. I was extremely sad, and I wanted to cry, my eyes on the snowy night, and the high rhythm of life started to work on my being! 

A few days later, I experienced my first Thanksgiving, glory to God, and my trial, thank God again, I said thank God to become a citizen of NY. Grateful for my people from Brooklyn to Manhattan, for the homes and hugs close to me, my steady steps, my writings that have wings, that are not imprisoned, that if stolen, their aroma will still be felt because they carry spiritual and mental identity!

I thank every American New Yorker who contributed to my journey. Glory be our Lord, I am not proud; I am simply grateful. I celebrate the day I went to NY, but we are officially connected to NY. It is the city of my destiny that follows me; NY is the world! Happy Thanksgiving, guys. 

Love you all

Hiva  

The University of Arkansas Press :Hiva Panahi's poetry is showcased

 

The University of Arkansas Press:Hiva Panahi's poetry is showcased in the anthology with the title' Sleeping in the Courtyard": Contemporary Kurdish Women Writers in Diaspora, edited by Holly Morgan Mason Badra, just published by The University of Arkansas Press, 2025

The Promethean Man in Kurdish Political Thought

The Promethean Man in Kurdish Political Thought Dr. Hiva Panahi, January 07, 2025, Kurdistan Chronicle

Kurdish political thought, as an inseparable part of global human history and philosophical discourse, is shaped by elements that provide it with philosophical space and time of existence. These elements nurture the concept of the ‘Kurdish World,’ a universe of social structures that offer identity. A fundamental aspect of Kurdish political philosophy are the myths connected to the social and political existence of the Kurds, with the most emblematic being Kawa – the Promethean figure that embodies the Kurdish worldview and defines the identity of our people. The significance of this myth and its political implications are profound, as the festival associated with these events, Newroz, attests. The symbolism embedded in this renewal of nature and the awakening of the people’s rebellion engraves each Kurdish soul with a timeless essence. Pesheva Qazi The Promethean man acts as a symbol of the Kurdish political reality, bringing to light a narrative of resistance and self-determination. It is no coincidence that the Kurdish world strives to transcend the marginalization imposed on it since the 19th century, aiming to establish a state of law enriched with values and elements of the modern world, such as the Kurdish Republic of Mahabad in 1946. At the helm of this effort was Pesheva Qazi, who played a central role in the establishment of the rule of law. He was both a legislator and a thinker, embodying the values of Kurdish identity and emphasizing the pursuit of freedom, harmony, and justice. His significant presence shines light not only on his personal character, but also on his political actions, elevating the moral fabric of our culture. As a bold and wise leader, he underscores the Promethean element of the Kurdish world and connects us with modern values such as democracy, the social participation of both women and men, and the protection of children’s rights and the marginalized. His dedication to these values revitalizes the legacy of Kurdish thought, continuously igniting the flame of freedom that springs from every Kurdish soul and from the dawn of our mythical world and reflecting our political reality. The connection between political action and moral values reinforces the tradition of fighting against oppression, highlighting the need for ethical leaders. This promotion raises fundamental questions regarding the concept of ‘duty’ in politics – questions that grow increasingly relevant as various groups seek representation and justice. For the Kurds, this reference is not merely mythical; it is a vibrant political reality that is revived every spring, serving as a touchstone for political thought, democracy, and civic engagement. Aeschylus As a living people within the historical and political continuum, the Kurds share the ideals of Greek culture, particularly through Aeschylus’ masterpiece, Prometheus Bound. This connection is further strengthened when we consider the Promethean figure of the Kurds. Aeschylus, as a poet and a fighter who was present during the Persian Wars, challenged the tyrants of Athens, paying the price of exile and censorship for his work, showcasing his commitment to freedom of speech and thought. In Prometheus Bound, we find parallels that resonate strongly with Kurdish struggles. The figure of Prometheus symbolizes defiance against tyranny and oppression, just as the Kurds have persistently resisted attempts to erase their identity and autonomy. The themes of sacrifice for the greater good and the pursuit of justice in Aeschylus’ work reflect the enduring spirit of the Kurdish struggle for recognition and self-determination. The global fight for justice and equality Additionally, the modern Kurdish political landscape is marked by a resurgence of this Promethean spirit. Contemporary Kurdish leaders embody the same ethos of resistance, seeking not only autonomy, but also a broader social justice that transcends ethnic lines. The legacies of Kawa and Pesheva Qazi are a constant reminder of the moral and ethical foundation upon which the Kurdish political identity is built. The values they championed continue to inspire new generations in their pursuit of democracy, human rights, and social welfare. Moreover, as the Kurdish struggle for self-determination evolves, it increasingly intersects with the global fight for justice and equality. The lessons drawn from the Promethean myth serve as a guiding light for movements worldwide that seek to challenge systemic oppression and assert their rights. The Kurdish experience highlights the importance of building alliances and fostering solidarity with other marginalized communities, embodying the spirit of unity in diversity. The synthesis of the Promethean myth and Kurdish political thought forms a unique confluence that shapes both historical narrative and modern political action. It reflects the continuous journey of a people in search of identity, justice, and freedom. As the flame of this ancient narrative burns brightly in the contemporary world, it not only reaffirms the Kurdish commitment to their cause, but also resonates with the universal struggle for human dignity and rights. The Kurdish people, through their myths and modern political endeavors, stand as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the relentless pursuit of a just world.

A selection of Hiva's poetry has been translated into the Slovenian language

 

Humbly I should inform you part of my poetry's works has been translated into  Slovenian language for the POIESIS project in October of 2023.  

https://www.poiesis.si/hiva-panahi-skrivnosti-snega/?fbclid=IwAR0easaJkpZD6kmUeXhAgwyWcxfxmiIiydx0aivXMPWKYcRxe3ICGUPxiVE

Hiva's Panah books in Bengali language in India

We would like to inform you that a selection of Hiva's poetry has been translated by Dr. Rudra Kinshouk into the main language of India Bengali, which is the language of Rabindranath Tagore, the book It's available for sale from mid-January of 2024 by publishing house ভাষালিপি- Bhashalipi in India, luckily was been taking part of Kolkata International Book Fair, 18 – 31 January of 2024.

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

 

 Whatever you need to put your legs on the earth again, you need again the same exercise that we called courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always something from those years to remind you of the endless corridors of darkness, the entirety of human pain and tears on the ashen leaves, that will make you cry once again. So walk again for peace, like the lonely ant that struggles in relentless earth for a piece of its winter supply, so do again the same exercise that we called courage. We have reached the month of December once again, the wounds are opening, the heart is in a tsunami of the season and pulses are rising again like sails in the absent light; it's time to shed more tears in this Holy season, to not forget here on this relentless Earth to map out a course of action and follow it to the end, so to try the same exercise that you know as courage!

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

 There's no doubt that if you can't say no, you're a potential victim of exploitation. Others will treat you as a doormat and no one will ask for your opinion – nor will they take it seriously when you give it yourself. Saying "no" reminds others that you are free, you put the issue of your freedom on your forehead, and that you have limits, as a human being, that auto respect for yourself is a non-negotiable values.I have my own name and history,I am Hiva Panahi. (From the short notes of 2011)

Notes of a Night by Hiva Panahi

Notes of a Night, by Hiva Panahi 

Don't want the eyes of those whose hearts are blind

get up and walk in the dark

If blood is running from your wounds

Let them in the wings of the stars

Get up and walk in the dark.

Look at the stones that broken, running  rivalry

Butterflies fall into these waters

The rocks take off wings

The lower plain screams

All your life a grass in the wind

Don't want the eyes of those whose hearts are blind

Get up and walk in the dark...

Don't seek the eyes of those whose hearts are blind

Get up and walk in the dark

If blood is running from your wounds

Let them be the wings of the stars

Stand up and walk in the dark.

Look at the broken stones that are running in the river

The butterflies fall in these waters

The rocks take off wings

The lower plain screams

All your life a grass in the wind

Don't seek the eyes of those 

Whose hearts are blind

Stand up and walk in the dark      

 2022, Αthens                           

Under the persecution time in Athens, Greece

 

 

I couldn't deny the cold weather of 2012; it had permeated every part of my body with this unusual freezing, and my breaths came with difficulty, cold and endless glaciers. I was alone with my laptop feeling like the last stone of the world waiting to be blown down into the abyss; I looked with deep tenderness at my computer; it was the only thing I had, the only one that would be able to carry my voice and my appeals to the world from the cliff of life in this phase.
I looked at it and it stared at me, like those windows that were blowing in our backyard at my parent's home, while my heart was flooded with dreams. Now it's like I'm watching a tragic piece of cinema, a movie in the middle of winter, the voice of a Starbuck's employee: We will be closing in 10 minutes. With great gratitude I look at her and I say, "Okay". I leave the cafe and continue walking; the city of Athens is not the same at all, and my tears fall down. I say to myself, "Don't cry please," and take another sedative. My laptop and I would stay in the medical school reading room until morning again. I was counting the moments and awaiting my death in Athens.