The Kurdish Authorities Aren’t “Lucky”—They Are Sustained by Our Silence!

Nazhad Osman Saed- Secretary of Dakok Organization

It is a profound travesty that a nation capable of uniting and shaking the streets of the world for other parts of the homeland—proudly proclaiming its ancient roots and unyielding spirit to the globe—remains frozen in deathly silence while being pillaged, plundered, and swindled in its own backyard. What a tragic farce it is that the same national consciousness that ignites the torch of revolution for Rojava and elsewhere turns to cold, lifeless ash when confronted by domestic mafias and occupiers disguised as “allies”. This duplicity in stance is a mark of utter disgrace; to roar at the world but bow to the bloodsuckers who steal the very bread from your table is a betrayal of the soul.

If the torrent of rage and energy that the Kurdish street squanders on trivial squabbles and fractured causes were directed, with even half its intensity, towards the monopolistic clans and dynasties that have spent decades hollowing out the pockets of the people and bartering away our land and resources, no petty official or political brigand would dare lay a finger on the throat of this nation. They wouldn’t even muster the courage to look a citizen in the eye. Your silence is the seal of approval on every humiliation inflicted upon you. It is your silence that has emboldened this kleptocratic elite to believe that this homeland is their ancestral estate, and that you are merely a herd of spiritless subjects ready to auction off your dignity for a few hours of electricity or a salary granted as an act of charity.

The bitter, unvarnished truth is this: when the masses act as a crutch—a “cudgel”—for the authorities, or retreat into the role of the cowering bystander in the face of domestic tyranny, the rulers do not see this as loyalty. They see it as a voluntary submission to slavery. Your silence is their greatest weapon, their strongest shield, and their most shameless mandate for the continuation of this corruption and decay.

This deceitful regime has mastered the art of using your national sentiment and sacred values as a morphine—a sedative—to mask the stench of their thefts and administrative ruin. They know that as long as you only find your voice during catastrophes and genocides, they can, in times of “predatory peace”, milk every last drop of your dignity alongside your livelihood, only to laugh in your faces afterwards.

This is the end of the road. Either you bring that “holy rage” you reserve for external causes to the doorsteps of the mafias who have turned our cities into barracks and our parliament into a partisan stable, or you must accept your fate as silent footnotes in history. History shows no mercy to those who play the lion against distant enemies while grovelling before the executioners at home. The time has come to right this inverted equation.

The dignity of a nation does not reside in an empty breadbasket or under the heels of political dynasties; it lives in the thunderous “No” that must strike the palaces of the tyrants like a bolt of lightning.