Nanaya Zagros sings in Kurmanji Kurdish — one of the least-heard languages in recorded music, and one of the most emotionally precise. The name holds the whole project: Nanaya, reaching back to the ancient feminine memory of Mesopotamia; Zagros, the mountain range that is the spine of Kurdistan. Deep time, and a specific mountain.
Her music moves between two worlds she inhabits equally: the buzuq, the Kurdish maqam, and the oral song tradition carried by women through generations — and the diaspora city, Western sounds absorbed through walls and headphones, the cold urgency of a world that doesn't stop for grief.
A deep, warm alto. Songs built around one clear feeling: distance, longing, the honey in your hands when your hands are far from the earth they belong to.
A modern dengbêj — keeper and re-teller of feeling, updated for headphones and short-form video.