time ago in between the two great rivers Euphrates and Tigris there was a
land called Mesopotamia.
Above a small town and tucked into the side of the Zagros Mountains, there
was an enormous stone castle with
tall turrets and dark high walls. The castle was cut out of the mountain
rock. The castle gates were made from the wood of the cedar tree and
carved into the shapes of winged warriors.
Deep inside the castle lived a cruel Assyrian king called Dehak. His
armies terrorized all the people of the land.
All had been well before Dehak''s rule in Mesopotamia. Previous kings had
been good and kind and had encouraged the people to irrigate the land and
keep their fields fertile. They ate food consisting only of bread, herbs,
fruit and nuts.
It was during the reign of a king called Jemshid that things started to go
wrong. He thought himself above the sun gods and began to lose favour with
his people. A spirit called Ahriman the Evil, seized the chance to take
control. He chose Dehak to take over the throne, who then killed Jemshid
and cut him in two.
The evil spirit, disguised as a cook, fed Dehak with blood and the flesh
of animals and one day as Dehak complimented him on his meat dishes, he
thanked him and asked to kiss the king's shoulders.
As he did so there was a great flash of light and two giant black snakes
appeared on either side of his shoulders. Dehak was terrified and tried
everything he could to get rid of them.
Ahriman the Evil disguised himself again, this time as a physician and
told Dehak that he would never be able to rid himself of the snakes and
that when the snakes became hungry Dehak would feel a terrible pain, which
would only be alleviated when the snakes were fed with the brains of young
boys and girls.
So from that dark day onwards two children were chosen from the towns and
villages that lay below the castle. They were killed and their brains were
taken to the castle gates and placed into a large wooden bucket made from
the wood of a walnut tree and held firmly together by three thin bands of
The bucket of brains was then lifted by two strong guards and taken to the
wicked Dehak and the brains fed to the hungry snakes.
Since the snake king began his rule over the kingdom, the sun refused to
shine. The farmer’s crops, trees and flowers withered. The giant
watermelons that had grown there for centuries rotted. The peacocks and
partridges that used to strut around the giant pomegranate trees had left.
Even the eagles that had flown high in the mountain winds had gone.
Now all was dark, cold and bleak. The people all over the land were very
Everyone became terrified of Dehak. They sang sad and sorrowful laments
that expressed their pain and plight. And the haunting sound of a long
wooden flute could always be heard echoing throughout the valleys.
Now there lived below the king’s castle a blacksmith who made iron shoes
for the famous wild horses of Mesopotamia and pots and pans for the people
of the town. His name was Kawa.
He and his wife were weakened by grief and hated Dehak as he had already
taken 16 of their 17 children.
Every day, sweating hot from the oven, Kawa banged his hammer on the anvil
and dreamed of getting rid of the evil king.
And as he banged the red hot metal, harder and harder, the red and yellow
sparks flew up into the dark sky like fireworks and could be seen for
One day the order came from the castle that Kawa’s last daughter was to be
killed and her brain was to be brought to the castle gate the very next
Kawa lay all night on the roof of his house, under the bright stars and
rays of the shining full moon thinking how to save his last daughter from
Dehak’s snakes. As a shooting star curved through the night sky he had an
The next morning he rode on the bare back of his horse, slowly pulling the
heavy iron cart with two metal buckets rattling on the back. The cart
climbed up the steep cobbled road and arrived outside the castle.
He nervously emptied the contents of the metal buckets into the large
wooden bucket outside the enormous castle gates.
As he turned to leave he heard the gates unbolt, shudder and slowly
started to creak open. He took one last look and hurried away.
The wooden bucket was then slowly lifted by two guards and taken into the
castle. The brains were fed to the two hungry giant snakes that grew from
When Kawa got home he found his wife kneeling in front of a roaring log
fire. He knelt down and gently lifted her large velvet cloak. There, under
the cloak, was their daughter. Kawa swept back her long thick black hair
from her face and kissed her warm cheek.
Instead of sacrificing his own daughter, Kawa had sacrificed a sheep and
had put the sheep’s brain into the wooden bucket. And no one had noticed.
Soon all the townspeople heard of this. So when Dehak demanded from them a
child sacrifice, they all did the same. Like this, many hundreds of
children were saved.
Then all the saved children went, under darkness, to the very furthest and
highest mountains where no one would find them.
Here, high up in the safety of the Zagros Mountains, the children grew in
freedom. They learnt how to survive on their own. They learnt how to ride
wild horses, how to hunt, fish, sing and dance.
From Kawa they learnt how to fight. One day soon they would return to
their homeland and save their people from the tyrant king.
Time went by and Kawa’s army was ready to begin their march on the castle.
On the way they passed through villages and hamlets. The village dogs
barked and the people came out of their houses to cheer them and give them
bread, water, yogurt and olives
As Kawa and the children drew near Dehak’s castle both men and women left
their fields to join them.
By the time they were approaching the castle Kawa’s army had grown to many
They paused outside the castle and turned to Kawa.
Kawa stood on a rock. He wore his blacksmith’s leather apron and clenched
his hammer in his hand. He turned and faced the castle and raised his
hammer towards the castle gates.
The large crowd surged forwards and smashed down the castle gates that
were shaped like winged warriors and quickly overpowered Dehak’s men.
Kawa raced straight to Dehak’s chambers, down the winding stone stairs,
and with his blacksmiths hammer killed the evil snake king and cut off his
head. The two serpents withered.
He then climbed to the top of the mountain above the castle and lit a
large bonfire to tell all the people of Mesopotamia that they were free.
Soon, hundreds of fires all over the land were lit to spread the message
and the flames leapt high into the night sky, lighting it up and cleansing
the air of the smell of Dehak and his evil deeds.
The darkness was gone.
With the light of dawn, the sun came from behind the dark clouds and
warmed the mountainous land once more.
The flowers slowly began to open and the buds on the fig trees burst into
bloom. The watermelons began to grow, as they had for centuries before.
The eagles returned and flew on the warm winds amongst the mountain peaks.
The peacocks fanned their beautiful plumes that glinted in the hot spring
sun. Wild horses with long black manes galloped over the dusty flat
plains. Partridges perched and sang on the branches of the pear trees.
Small children ate ripe walnuts wrapped in fresh figs and the smell of
freshly baked bread from the stone ovens reached their noses with the help
of a light breeze.
The fires burned higher and higher and the people sang and danced around
in circles holding hands with their shoulders bobbing up and down in
rhythm with the flute and drum. The women in bright coloured sequined
dresses sang love songs and the men replied as they all moved around the
flames as one.
Some of the youngsters hovered over the flute, drunk with the sound of the
music, their arms outstretched like eagles soaring the skies.
Now they were free.
To this day, on the same Spring day every year, March 21st, (which is also
Spring Equinox) Kurdish, Persian, Afghan and other people of the Middle
East dance and leap through fires to remember Kawa and how he freed his
people from tyranny and oppression and to celebrate the coming of the New
This day is called Newroz or New Day. It is one of the few ‘peoples
celebrations’ that has survived and predates all the major religious
Although celebrated by others, it is especially important for the Kurds as
it is also the start of the Kurdish calendar and celebrates the Kurds own
long struggle for freedom.
19/12/2002. Kurdish Media.