Kubra Maharramova writes…
Life is such that a person quickly forgets a difficult day and quickly gets used to good things. But we must try not to forget the bad days. For example, four years ago, Karabakh was greeted at all holidays, birthdays, weddings and engagements. Every holiday we used to say “let’s spend the next holiday in Karabakh.”
In the last 30 years, everyone was black.
The people who came to fight in Karabakh from all four parts of the country are proof of this. Martyrs, veterans and heroes.
In those days, a video calling a young man appeared in front of me. He said, “This week is veterans week. Everyone calls, everyone invites to events.”
Indeed it is! Victory Day is celebrated at the highest level, events are held and veterans and relatives of martyrs are invited. But the week ends, as if everything was forgotten.
As if society itself were used to it. Victory has become commonplace. Shusha, Aghdam, Kalbajar and Karabakh have not been under Armenian occupation for 30 years. As if thousands of young, old, women, men and children were not victims of this fight. As if everything had happened like this…
Our people, who until yesterday said “you have talent, go to Khankendi”, “Armenians play horses in Khankendi” and demanded Khankendi from higher authorities, today mock the students of Karabakh University.
They played this or that song, ate this or that food…
What should a college student do? Should I wear a suit and carry a folder under my arm? What is our society’s habit of complaining about everything and everyone?
In other words, do we really not understand the essence of Khankendi, the meaning of the university established there, what topics are addressed by the students who study there?
So do we really not understand what is happening around us?
Today, some forces are still trying to impose the label of “ethnic cleansing” on Azerbaijan. Outside the country, West Azerbaijan’s work is carried out with sufficient logic and restraint. Just as the Karabakh case was carried out for 30 years. I am sure that within a short time the Western Azerbaijanis will also return to their historic homeland and crush Goyche.
My problem is with ourselves, with us. What is our problem?
Why are we so notorious?
You say tomorrow is Victory Day, what about me? Well, if you were neither hot nor cold, why did you say for years: “They hit Karabakh, it no longer exists”?
What did that topic have to do with you then?
So it turns out that most of the people being talked about are talking like that, acting like “look, I’m suffering the people.”
The question is, why can’t you share people’s joy?
Why not be happy for the person who survived 44 days of hell and returned to his home, his family, his mother and his son?
Losing my life in war is the greatest pain for me. No matter how honorable and lofty an action is, it is a great pain. Always, when I look at the death dates of those who were martyred during these 44 days, a thought pains me.
I think, first of all, of those who died in the first days of the war. Little did they know that their comrades-in-arms would win, cross the impenetrable barrier of Ohanyan and wave our flag in Shusha, Fuzuli and Aghdam. Only God knows what they did in their hearts…
Secondly, I think of those who died in the last days of the war. It’s as if when you look at the dates of their deaths you want to say: “Hey kid, you couldn’t protect yourself for two days…” it will all be over in two or three days, the occupier will sign the capitulation document. .
But they still don’t know anything. Ganja, Tartar, Barda are attacked with rockets, children fight, tons of projectiles and bullets fly over their heads and there are mines at every turn. Every day he loses several comrades.
The young people with tight and torn pants, which we don’t like, carry what they can in front. “They haven’t taken us into battle yet, but we don’t want to be left out,” they say, almost all of Azerbaijan’s blessings go under the bullets and give them to their fighting brothers.
Doctors, surgeons and healthcare workers working in the capital, other regions and outside the country volunteer to go to the war zone, risk their lives and help the wounded. Nurses who do not sleep for days tend to the wounded.
After all, there are thousands of heroes hidden in this victory whose names and surnames are nowhere to be found. They don’t even say it.
After so many trials, when and how did we become so careless about our victory?
When do we neglect this historic event? As a nation that has only lost land and territory for centuries, how could we minimize such an event?
How can it be that we have overcome our biggest problem, but we have not been able to change our character?!
I once wrote that it is necessary to treat the enemy as an enemy.
Even today I add that we must speak to the dead in their language. “What do I have for Victory Day?” When he says, you have to respond and put him in his place.
Just as we did not forget Karabakh for 30 years, we must not forget the price of this victory.
No one has brought us this victory in a chest of gold. We have shed blood and we have died.
The value of this victory is known by the parents who gave their children to the Fatherland, the price of this victory is known by the children who have never seen their father’s face, who are already 3-4 years old…
The sisters are paying the price for this arrogance. The value of this victory is known to bridesmaids who will never see their spouse’s face again…
Every time I remember, in the days of victory, the women who caress the black marble decorated with red, know what victory is…
Victory Day is the day when we will bow to them. Let us instill in ourselves the essence of this day. Let’s educate society well, let’s understand it. Because this is our duty to every martyr who lies in the Alley of Martyrs. The victory achieved at the cost of their lives is sacred, eternal.
I bow with great respect before the soul of all those who died for the country. God bless you!
