For every Kurd, wherever in the world you are — a chance to own a piece of the homeland. One ticket, one dollar, one homeland waiting.
Every prize is its own draw, with its own gate and its own winner. The smaller ones fill faster, so they pay out sooner. Enter whichever you like — or enter more than one.
40 million Kurds. 500,000 square kilometres. Four modern borders, one ancient homeland — the land between the Tigris and the Euphrates, cradled by the Zagros and the Taurus.
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The ancient art of Kurdish storytelling through song — history passed from voice to voice across generations.

Circle dances where Kurds link little fingers and move as one — at weddings, Newroz, and every joyful gathering.

The Kurdish new year — March 21. Fires on every mountain peak, rebirth, resistance, the return of light.

Every diamond and stripe in a Kurdish carpet tells a story — mountains, rivers, fertility, protection, home.

Grape leaves stuffed by hand, flatbread from the tandoor — Kurdish tables where no one leaves hungry.

From the citadel of Hewlêr to the stone villages of Hawraman — our architecture carved into the mountain itself.
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Send one dollar. Your ticket numbers are issued the moment the payment clears, and the receipt lands in your inbox.
If the draw calls your name, you receive a contract according to the land type, and registration in your name begins within 90 days. Yours forever.
Explore the four parts of the Kurdish homeland — the villages, the ridges, the songs. Plots for the current draw are offered in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq. Other regions will open as law and permits allow.
From every closed draw, 10% of the pool goes into community investment — starting in the Kurdistan Region of Iraq, expanding to other Kurdish regions as law and permits allow. The specific programmes — names, partners, budgets, receipts — will be published here after Draw 1 closes.
The Kurdish people have endured. Empires rose and fell around our mountains. Borders were drawn across our villages. Languages were banned, books burned, names changed.
And still — Kurdistan remains. In our songs. In our food. In our carpets. In the way our mothers say kurê min when they call us home.
This draw is a small act. A dollar, a ticket, a chance. But the real gift is the next Kurdish child who learns to read in their own language because you entered.
Share your invite code. Each friend whose paid entry is confirmed earns you one bonus entry in that draw — up to 3 per draw, while the draw's bonus pool lasts. Your code unlocks once your own entry is confirmed — exactly as the Rules §5 put it.
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The entry list is sealed and published before the random number exists, then a public randomness beacon decides the winner. Anyone can recompute the result. No one — not even us — can influence it.
Draw funds are held by the Promoter, and each draw's charity share and prize delivery are reported on the transparency page.
The prize parcel is held by the Promoter until it transfers to the winner. After the draw, the winner receives a contract according to the land type, and registration in the winner's name begins within 90 days, with the KRG land authority.
Why land? These are our own notes on the market — plain observations, not press quotes — so you know what you're playing for.
Success stories, motivation, blogs — nothing political. Published after review.
This is written from Hewlêr. The city gets louder every year — new roads, new buildings, Kurdish companies signing their first serious deals with the world. Kurdistan is finally getting to build Kurdistan, and home was the right place to bet on.
This draw exists so that a Kurd anywhere in the world can hold a real piece of Kurdish soil in their own name. Our side of it is honesty and delivery. Yours is one dollar and a name. Together we put a piece of a rising Kurdistan into the hands of a family that's been rooting for it. Hûn her tim vegerin malê — you always return home.