Since January 1991, the state of affairss in the frontier parts of my state were acquiring worse. The Armenians, who were populating in Azerbaijan, were being deported back to Armenia and at the same clip, we were having 1000s of refugees from Armenia and the frontier parts. Those refugees were ethnically Azerbaijanis, and because of past events of brush in Azerbaijan about the ethnically Armenians, they been forced to acquire out of Armenia.
When I was immature, I had a dream of beautiful hereafter and I believe that this is the same for most people…
I use to woolgather to go on my surveies and to go a individual with as least two-or three makings: mom ybe an advocator, a diplomat, or a journalist. Besides, as my male parent said one time:
-It is ne’er excessively late to educate yourself, so analyze every bit much as you can.
I truly wanted to go on my instruction to a higher degree and do everybody in my household, hometown, and last-myself proud.
Get downing from the dark of Black January, my dreams were changed. I had no thought “ how ” , but I had a new dream-I wanted to protect my state from its enemies. I had decided that I would go a soldier ; fall in the military opposition, or the ground forces… Besides, I knew there would be ever other opportunities and unrecorded my early dreams.
Those yearss I was coming back from my work ( I was working at the Major ‘s offices as an helper ) much earlier than the usual clip and I would pass hours and hours in forepart of telecasting: watching the unrecorded plans about the on-going War. I was disappointed that our authorities was still naming the situation- a struggle…
By the terminal of 1991, contending in Nagorno-Karabakh had escalated into a all-out war.
Day by twenty-four hours, I was ready to do my concluding determination. I tried to happen right clip to state my male parent about my desires and determination.
However, that right clip ne’er seemed to come. I was fearful that if I told my male parent of my determination, he would non hold with me.
A few times when we were watching the intelligence, our household was discoursing the war. My point of position was that is excessively late to travel back and that we have to recover our strength by edifice strong ground forces and battle against the incorrect that was go oning. No organic structure was holding with me. In malice of the fact that my whole household was non swearing my words, or me, or believing that, even I could make something good to alter our state state of affairs.
Possibly because I ever wanted to be different, and that my difference has made me appealing to my household and to other people as good, but at the same clip somehow kept me a apart from them.
I was afraid to let down my male parent. Worst than that, I was afraid of to losing the connexion between my male parent and I. He has ever meant so much to me, even if from clip to clip he had disappointed me… Then I would retrieve the history of our household. They were good nationalists and combatants.
I was born in a household of instructors with five brothers and sisters. In my household history, there were many freedom combatants from different times and with different purposes. However, none of them were adult females. It was my dream to be the first, non for me, but for my state to populate my dream.
My great gramps was one of the commanding officers in Legendary 11th Red Army in a clip of Lenin epoch. Then my gramps was a hero in Soviet Union Army in Second World War. Back in the sixteenth century, some of my ascendants were warriors in the Shirvan part of Azerbaijan.
My male parent being a instructor gave him a really unusual sort of love. I began to understand why the traditions of the past were so complicated.
Not all the physician ‘s boies or girls will be physicians like their parents, but there is a high per centum of possibility, because of the cistrons.
My gramps was besides a instructor. He had taught history categories at a local school. He was besides a Communist and at the same clip, a people ‘s individual. Besides learning history categories in school, he taught the hapless people on the streets after his classes how to read and compose.
Like other Soviet Union Republics, my state was affected by Stalin ‘s purgings in the 1930s.His particular mark was the clerisy, but besides purged communist leaders who had sympathized with the resistance.
In the twelvemonth of 1938, when Josef Stalin was in a peep of his dictator government, my gramps ‘s neighbour asked him to assist kill a sheep and give it to the hungry people. He helped him without believing twice. They killed the sheep and together fed the hungry people.
My hapless gramps had no thought that the sheep had been stolen from a public herd…
Very shortly, my gramps and his neighbor were called to look before the authorities. They ne’er came back, and no 1 of all time knew what happened to them: exiled or shooting to decease…
That period was sometimes referred to as a the Red Terror, 1000s of people were exiled and killed, including noteworthy Azeri figures such as Mikail Mushvig ( poet ) and Ayna Sultanova. Directing the purgings in Azerbaijan was Mir Jafar Bagirov, the first secretary of the Communist party of Azerbaijan, who followed Stalin ‘s orders without a inquiry.
I have personally searched many archives for the name of my gramps and my research ever ended up with zero information. Possibly the ground for this is that his instance was non a political. The names of many others had besides disappeared from the archives every bit good.
There are many 1000s, whose records have been burned to ashes: particularly the names of people, who were originally coming from Bek, Khan, and Zade blue households. In the Soviet government, all our last names were being changed, to get down with a new name and terminal with aa‚¬ ” electron volt, eva, Orange Group…
We concluded that they most believe that if we lost our names, we would free our history and be less likely to contend for it. However, we fought for our freedom. At times, it was entire confusion.
My male parent does non retrieve my gramps really good, because he was merely 2 old ages old when he lost his male parent.
However, my male parent had become a great instructor with his ain methods and was rewarded from the Ministry of Education for adding his ain thoughts to the instruction methods. He was and he is a great male parent and the greatest instructor to me in all these past old ages, now and everlastingly.
My male parent used to give us many lessons, based on illustrations of existent people ‘s lives. He was really proud of himself and used to state and believe in these words: ” We are all visitants in this life. So, unrecorded and leave in that manner, that after you have gone, people will state: ” Thank you for coming in to our lives and thank you for doing great differences to us! ”
I have no thought how I can do a great difference in person ‘s life if he or she would non let me to be in it. Possibly my male parent was populating different dreams and different fates. He was such a strong and a proud individual, as he still is today. However, with all his pride he had his wickednesss every bit good…
I can non explicate why I love my parents so much and why I forgive them for the hurting, which they have caused me many old ages ago. I would still make many good things for them. I love them, no affair if I have been raised in confusion- nice, difficult, happy, and unhappy household…
Therefore, I guess all those 1000s exiled and killed in Siberia were still loving their states and still forgiving the “ Great Father ” Stalin for the hurting and the caged- life they had. No affair, they were populating their whole life in a coop ; they ever had good Black Marias and singular personalities.
Of class, that is does non includes those, who were constructing the immense coop and maintaining keys everlastingly in their custodies, so that no 1 could get away, and no 1 could take a breath the fresh air of a freedom…
However, a twenty-four hours came when we melted those “ coops ” like ice with our flaring Black Marias and limitless hopes…
It was now my clip seek acquire out of that coop and fly- to seek to contend and win freedom to many more thousands- to free ourselves from the bondage of communist governments and to bask assisting to do my fatherland independent.
The 10th of January 1992, about 3 months since the war had officially declared by our authorities. That was the twenty-four hours that I wrote a missive to the Army Commissariat of my hometown. In that missive were merely a few words: ” Sir, I would wish to volunteer, I want to protect Azerbaijan against the enemy. ”
I used to cognize a lieutenant colonel Madatov, he was our neighbor, and I ever believed him to be a great adult male. He had a good repute in the vicinity. Therefore, I went to see him and after the salutations, I gave him my short missive. He looked at the missive really shortly and agitate his caput automatically, stating with dominating voice:
-My reply was -No!
Furthermore, he added:
-Do n’t throw yourself into this fire! It would be suicide for a immature miss!
Then he rupture my missive and made me go forth his office.
I had no hint what he meant with those words. Now I do. I did non cognize why, but hearing those words, I felt a shamed and I went out of his cabinet with cryings in my eyes.
I remember those feelings. Those feelings were equal to, when you have committed a wickedness…
I had been judged unworthy, as a adult female to support my state, I would non be treated as an equal, as if somehow I cared less than a work forces. I could experience the blood fluxing through my venas, like those, who were deceasing in the Fieldss for autonomy and freedom of the land.
I kept the visit a secret from my household. This was the beginning of my secret: no 1 from my household or friends knew that I had such a desire.
I was experiencing really entirely… That sort of loneliness that was really profound, private, and unexpressible, and before I realised how much I needed the people around me-I was culminated of a downward whirl of self-pity and choler. I was angry because I had to populate by the regulations of others, purchase the regulations of civilization and the pride of my household.
Our normal household life was gone. We no longer watched household films or played board games with male parent. This was non alone to our household, but besides true in most Azeri households, harmoniousness and balance no longer existed…
In early February 1992, the Armenians were confronting a debilitating encirclement put in topographic point by my state. Karabakh had with Armenia merely one land connexion and that was trough the Lachin mountains, which could merely be difficult to make it, unless utilizing the air force..
The frights of the Armenians lead them to carry through the following slaughter in the Khojaly…
The Khojaly was a little town with population of 6,000-10,000, ethnically Azeri. The lone airdrome existed in Karabakh, which was about 7 kilometers north of Shusha-the capital of the Karabakh, in Khojaly. By late February, Khojaly was been mostly cut off.
On February 25-26, 1992, Armenian forces, with the assistance of armored vehicles to busy Khojaly. The Armenian forces proceeded to slaughter several 100s of civilians, throw outing them from the town. The airdrome ‘s track had found deliberately destroyed, rendering it useless for any aircraft to set down upon it.
The aggressive military so went on to run those get awaying people all the manner through the corridor and slaying the inexperienced persons. We witnessed a picture shooting on Television a few yearss later-showing the cadavers of adult females and kids, some burned, some dismembered, and some mutilated to unrecognisable grades… The official decease toll provided by our governments is 613 civilians, including 106 adult females and 83 kids…
Most of those people were tortured, threatened, and assaulted before had being killed. Womans and kids were killed in the most violent of ways. One of the informants said that they put some of the kids, adult females, and aged people together inside a pipe and welded it. Then they rolled those pipes down from the mountains… They have seen their household members beheaded…
An extract from the book “ The Resurrection of our psyches ” written by Zori Balaian ( an Armenian ) , one of the major provokers of the Armenian “ motion ” for the ictus of Nagorno-Karabakh from Azerbaijan, wrote: “ … merely Armenian, the bosom of whose state was pull out and thrown to the fire of sorrow, can experience a pride and satisfaction from these words. Under the dictate of civil responsibility and sacred adult male ‘s responsibility, I besides dealt with the slaughter of this malodor of Mongolians ( i.e. Azeri ‘s ) . When with Khachatur we entered into cellar where they kept, our soldiers already pinned one kid to a window-frame on his cubituss. To halt him doing noise, Khachatur pushed his dead female parents cut chest into his oral cavity. Then with a Turk male child, 13 old ages old, that what his lineage had done with our kids. I excoriated and striped his scalp off from his chest and belly. He died because of loss of blood after 7 proceedingss. As a physician ( my foremost forte ) I am humanist, I did non experience happiness from what I did with this kid. However, my psyche triumphed that I could revenge my national hurting. Khachatur cut up the cadaver and threw to Canis familiariss from which this Turk was born. In the eventide, we did it with three Turk male childs in the same manner. However, I fulfilled a responsibility of Armenia, nationalist and citizen Khachatur douched himself. Furthermore, I saw in his eyes and so in the eyes of others a battle between retaliation and strong humanitarianism. Then the major Suren, my childhood chap said: ” We are non animate beings, but we must maintain a cold bosom. The psyche of victims killed by the Turks-hangmen, should be soothed. ”
This was how an Armenian describes humanitarianism. Do you hold some remarks on what you have merely been reading? I think you already know that, this is non a scene for a film – this is the truth. No affair how much we want to scream-the disclosure of the painful truth shuts something down in our Black Marias…
When the British journalist Thomas de Vaal asked Serge Sargsyan to state him about the ictus of Khojaly the Armenian Minister of Defence responded, ” We prefer non to speak about that out loud. However, I think that the chief issue was wholly different. Before Khojaly, Azerbaijanis thought that they could piddle with us ; they thought Armenians were incapable of raising a manus against a civilian population. We were able to interrupt this stereotype. This is what happened. ”
The mass media and telecasting channels in the universe have covered these calamities and brought these facts into the universe to take action community ‘s notice. Nevertheless, unluckily, these Acts of the Apostless of race murder were non given the right political and legal appraisal at that clip. Because of this act of race murder, several households had been wholly annihilated, the people were exterminated with unprecedented inhuman treatment, and those taken prisoners were subjected to ruthless anguish.
Those the actions mentioned above were calculated and intended to wholly, or partly eliminate the people on the base of their cultural belonging proves them, harmonizing to the international and domestic Torahs, to be an act of race murder. The evil title and hooliganism committed by the Armenian meatmans must been regarded in the same manner as the above-named calamities recognized by world as true race murder.
Peaceable people all over the planet, the civilised states, important international organisations, and the planetary community should be cognizant of this acrimonious truth, and that offense against humanity should have its legal appraisal.
The followerss are extracts from articles about Khojaly race murder published in foreign imperativeness:
“ Krua I Eveneman ” ( Paris ) , February 1992: “ Armenians attacked Khojaly. The whole universe witnessed disfigured cadavers ” .
“ Sunday Times ” ( London ) , March 1, 1992: “ Armenian soldiers kill thousand households ” .
“ Le Mond ” ( Paris ) , March 14, 1992: “ Foreign journalists saw among adult females and kids killed in Khojaly, three scalped, with their nails pulled out. It is non Azerbaijan ‘s propaganda, but a world ” .
“ Izvestia ” ( Moscow ) , March 13, 1992: “ Major Leonid Kravets: “ I saw approximately 100 cadavers on the hill. One male child are been found headless. Dead organic structures of adult females, kids, and old work forces everyplace been seen to be killing with particular inhuman treatment.
R. Patrik, journalist with the “ Fant work forces intelligence ” ( he visited the topographic point of incident ) : “ Nothing can warrant the evil workss in Khojaly ” .
The lands of my state were occupied and peaceable and guiltless people killed, but the universe kept soundless…
Get downing from February 1992, my state began to see political turbulence brought on by a series of battlefield catastrophes in Karabakh such as the Khojaly slaughter.
In a kind of paradox, instantly following the rise of the new government, in my state, the figure of political apprehensions increased because of dissension between parties for work outing these unsafe issues of started war. The Popular Front aa‚¬ ” led by the Ministry of Internal Affairs began collaring soldiers and voluntaries that chose non to take part in military conflicts.
Officials besides gave orders to collar militants of national minorities and citizens of Armenian beginning, with the purpose of interchanging these citizens for captives from the Karabakh struggle that were Azerbaijan beginning.
I was horrified by those events. I was still keeping my volitions deep inside my bosom, without uncovering them to any of my household and friends. My interior voice was stating me all the clip that there was something incorrect. I was fighting with my ego and my beliefs. I could n’t acquire out of all the complications to follow my wants, to assist those who urgently needed my aid.
I was stressed out to the maximal seeking to keep even a scintilla of independency, because my greatest fright was to go a load for other people believing in otherwise manner than my household and society that I had grown up with it. Deep down I felt weak, paralytic, and unable to get by with the state of affairs on my ain…