Traditional Kurdish Instrument
Saz, the story
In the playground there was an old rowan.
Two children sat under the tree.
- Listen! said Frans.
- I hear it! said Joma.
The wind blew through the old branches.
Frans and Joma, they listened and they dreamt.
They dreamt about little singing branches in the hands of a child.
Still today the music is there: saz .. saz .. sazzz ….