Dr.Hiva Panahi is an academic poet of Kurdish descent, renowned for blending classical and modern themes. She was a fellow at the Andreas Margarita Papandreou Foundation scholarship. With 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. Great Beaton emphasizes Hiva’s work as a testament to Hellenism’s enduring legacy.
Thursday, June 25, 2026
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
Saturday, January 31, 2026
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
Thursday, November 20, 2025
A Woman from Ashes
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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
Monday, November 3, 2025
The University of Arkansas Press :Hiva Panahi's poetry is showcased
Saturday, January 11, 2025
The Promethean Man in Kurdish Political Thought
Thursday, February 29, 2024
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
Thursday, February 1, 2024
Hiva's Panah books in Bengali language in India
Wednesday, December 6, 2023
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!
Sunday, November 12, 2023
A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi
Saturday, March 11, 2023
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
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
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.
Sunday, September 18, 2022
A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi
Monday, August 1, 2022
Hiva Panahi poetry works will set to music in Brazil
Hiva Panahi poems translated into Bengali language in India by Rudra Kinshuk
Μόλις έμαθα πως μερικά ποιήματα μου έχουν μεταφραστεί στην Ινδία.Δόξα τω Θεώ, κάθε φωτεινό κομμάτι είναι κομμάτι της δικαιοσύνης για μένα κι την ζωή μου, ευχαριστώ Θεέ μου. Just I learned that part of my poetry works had been also translated into the Bangali language in India. Thank God, thank Lord, each light is a piece of justice to me and into my life, I am extremely grateful!
Wednesday, May 11, 2022
A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi
- Poetry expresses that which can not say it into a simple conversation and that which cannot remain silent!
Saturday, April 9, 2022
Μικρές Γκρίνιες Μιας Γυναίκας, Χίβα Παναχί
Η σύλληψη και η γέννηση ενός παιδιού δεν είναι από μόνη της μητρότητα, αλλά η συνείδηση της. Δηλαδή, κοσμογονική - εκίνηση του σύμπαντος, ΘΕΟΣ, ΦΩΣ,ΝΕΑ ΖΩΗ =πίστη σε κάθε καλό στον κόσμο...
Friday, March 18, 2022
A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi
Monday, January 17, 2022
A poem of Hiva Panahi becomes part of the book “The Greeks: A Global History,” Basic Books, NY, 2022
It is a great honor for me that Professor Roderick Beaton, the first Koraes Professor of Modern Greek and Byzantine History, Language and Literature in the Classics Department at King's College, London, has chosen my poem “The Breath of Olive Tree» from my poetry collection "Secrets of the Snow,"& "Austerity Measures"Karen Van Dyck for his great book “The Greeks: A Global History,” which is 590 pages by BASIC BOOKS NY,2022 and Hiva's poem is in page 463- 464
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Sunday, June 27, 2021
Μικρές Γκρίνιες Μιας Γυναίκας, Χίβα Παναχί
Σήμερα έφτασε η τελευταία βαλίτσα μου από την ΝΥ. Την ανέβασα κι μερικά λεπτά γεμάτη συγκίνηση την κοίταζα. Λοιπόν, είχα κάποια σημαντικά βιβλία που είχα αγοράσει κατά την διάρκεια της παραμονής μου, κάτι ρούχα καλοκαιρινά μου και τετράδια γρατζουνισμένα με σκέψεις μέσα στα συνεχόμενα ταξίδια κι μετακινήσεις - μετακομίσεις, ακόμη σε καφενεία ή σε εστιατόρια που πήγαινα να φάω. Δεν θα ξεχάσω ποτέ το συναίσθημα της πεινάς της εποχής αυτής! Όλα με νοήματα, μοναξιά κι αγώνας παγκόσμιας κατάταξης άλλων ρυθμών!
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 som...
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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...
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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 wi...

















