A rage that doesn't belong anywhere. An uncertainty that doesn't yield to any mental remedy.
I can only perform stoicism to a limited extent in what feels like an inescapable moment of great challenge. I write from London as one of six Kurds on trial for allegations of membership and support of the Kurdistan Workers' Party (PKK), which has been proscribed in the United Kingdom since 2001.
On November 27th, 2024, our homes and the Kurdish Community Centre in North London were simultaneously raided by armed police in a dawn operation. I, and those friends who are now my co-defendants, were jumped in our sleep and handcuffed by balaclava-clad officers.