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Diyan GawdanThe dog who barked — Part 1Saturday, 2nd May 2010, I didn’t know it was your last day.Apr 17, 2020Apr 17, 2020
Diyan GawdanBeauregardI have been told to keep my posture. Ways uttered to me. Yet, I haven’t learned any.Feb 24, 2020Feb 24, 2020
Diyan GawdanErupting herWill the spikes of our torment ever stop penetrating our brains and hearts? Will we become invincible or die of our fears? Can the sheep…Nov 18, 2019Nov 18, 2019
Diyan GawdanAttractions of a Devil, Pt. 4I had reasons to be angry, little to be happy. Forgiveness wasn’t in me, forgetting didn’t belong to my vocabulary. vengeance slept in my…Oct 27, 2019Oct 27, 2019
Diyan GawdanThe Kurdish Progeny — BookOct. 2018, after four years of writing stories inspired by the envirnonment I was surrounded. my best friend Ziyad Abdullah- which had…Oct 6, 2019Oct 6, 2019
