Dr., Hiva Panahi: 'Even When There Is No Light, We Create It' — On Kurdish Poetry, Philosophy, and the Pursuit of Justice
Dr.Hiva Panahi is an academic poet of Kurdish descent, renowned for blending classical and modern themes. She was a fellow at Andreas Margarita Papandreou Foundation. Hold a PhD in Political Science from the University of Panteion, her research focused on the Promethean Man and political systems. Her poetry, featured in Karen Van Dyke's Austerity Measures, has gained international acclaim, legendary British Professor Beaton highlights Hiva’s work as a testament to Hellenism’s enduring legacy.
In February 2026, when my long poem *The Secrets of the Snow* reappeared once again in *Daily Poetry*, It was truly an incredible honor for me. I became a child again—reimagining the world, calling for peace for my people, and demanding the right to self-determination for my Kurdish nation.
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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
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
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
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